enough, but not everything.”
“Are you going to tell me everything?”
“That I can’t do, but when I can, I will.”
“What about Wesley?”
“I thought you had men on it?” Luke scowled.
“Maddox and River were in a car accident.” He filled Luke in on what transpired.
“I’ll have my team check all the CPS offices.”
He raked his fingers hard through his hair. “I let them drive out of there. I should have fucking stopped them.”
Guilt gnawed at his stomach making him feel sick.
“Don’t beat yourself up. I have a man staking out Coulier’s high-rise.”
Liam took a deep calming breath. “What do you need from me?”
“Pull Fury and send them after Coulier. Have them let Spencer know they have his brother.”
“How do we know they have his brother, though?”
“Who the hell else could it be?”
Luke was right. The chances of anyone else having Wesley were slim. He nodded and pulled his phone and called the one Fury operative that carried a burner for emergencies during a mission. He spoke briefly to Eagle before hanging up and turning back to Luke.
“Also, I need a few of your team however you need to swing it. Nobody can know, Liam, it’s imperative.”
“Understood.”
Whatever else was going on was above his pay grade and definitely bigger than he’d thought if the fucking CIA were involved.
He pulled his cell and punched in another number while he stared at Luke.
“Dillon? Did you get a hold of Maddox?”
“Yeah,” Dillon said. “He doesn’t need us.”
“Okay. Can you grab Blade and meet me at…?” He gazed at Luke.
“My residence.”
He gave the address to the estate-like home on Country Club Lane and ended the call. They drove for several long moments along a winding road that took them into the hills.
“How long will you need them for?” he asked, calculating how long he’d need to put in for Dillon and Blade’s R and R.
“A few days, maybe a week.”
They pulled up to a gated driveway just as a Harley roared up behind them. The guards at the gate stepped out to prevent the motorcycle from following them in.
“Yours?” Luke barked.
“Yeah, that’d be Dillon. The Ford truck behind him is Blade.”
Luke rapped on the partition and gave a nod to one of the men who hopped out to give the okay to the guards.
The group drove up the long stone circular driveway and stopped in front of a beautiful home. The outside was multicolored rock and stucco, giving the estate a down to earth feel.
Luke got out and bent back down to hold his gaze. “I’ll have my driver drop you back at your truck. I’ll be in touch,” the man said and shut the door.
He felt empty. The world felt flat without Spencer or Wesley in it.
When he reached his home, he stepped out of the car and the children came running.
He curved his arms around both Jessica and Adam.
“I’ll move heaven and earth to get them home,” he whispered to them.
Spencer
“Link, Eagle, you copy?” he asked, touching the mic in his ear.
“Copy,” Eagle said and Link answered.
Someone had pulled a few strings and had Fury removed from the Bowman case. It had to be General Rhine, Spencer was sure of it. Whatever the case may be, he was fucking glad to have backup.
“Hold up, Spencer. Where are you?” Eagle said and something in his voice drew him to a stop.
“Sixth floor.” He waited.
Eagle came out of the sixth floor exit and approached. “Where’s Coulier?”
“On the tenth floor, what’s up?” Spencer frowned at his partner.
“Liam called me. CPS picked up Wesley from his home. There’s a possibility that Coulier has him.” Eagle explained how Maddox and River had been T-boned.
He couldn’t think for a minute. A cold sweat gathered and trickled down his spine. His vision turned red and Eagle wavered in front of him.
“Why?”
“To keep you in line? I don’t know,” Eagle sighed.
“How did he find out about me?”
“Maybe Mayer? That was a large sum of money you were holding. Coulier probably wanted to make sure you delivered.”
“Fucker! I’ll fucking kill him,” he said just as the power went out in the building.
He shoved away and melted into the darkness.
“Spencer?” Eagle hissed.
Spencer reached up and yanked out his ear piece before he took the stairs up to the tenth floor.
A noise caught his attention. He heard voices whispering and spotted a flashlight beam sweeping over the hallway.
“Split up,” a man said.
Spencer eased back into the office nearest to him and drew his knife out of its sheath. The edge of a gun poked out and