Cobb (Lighthouse Security Investigations #9) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,92

but it had not crushed his leg. Once out, the only injury was his head wound, which Bray stitched up after Tate refused to go to the hospital. Now, they were in Josie’s living room, preparing for her rescue. And her retribution for anyone who dared touch her.

“Coordinates being sent to you and the others,” Josh interjected. “I’ve got their security up on my screens. Good, but not great. You’ll have no problems.”

Cobb knew he’d have no problems anyway. Nothing—and no one—was going to keep him from getting Josie back.

Mace’s voice cut through his thoughts. “This needs to be clean. Shut the emotion down and go in as planned.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to bark at his boss, letting him know that he didn’t need anyone telling him how to run a mission, but before he could, Drew spoke.

“Got it, boss.”

He glared at his friend, but Drew only cocked a brow at him. Turning, he checked his weapons before slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “We’re out of here.”

Before they had a chance to leave, Josh called out over the line. “The info on the drive Caesar stowed in her purse confirmed the operation as we suspected. Once the code was broken, it listed the money received from the cartel and moved through various charities before being sent on its way. We’ve got names, dates, companies… he kept meticulous records, and this backup must have been made as his insurance policy. Too bad it didn’t work for him.”

“Any surprise names?” Cobb asked, wondering if his suspicions were correct.

“Carson Wright. We know their identity.”

As Josh called out the name belonging to the fake attorney’s true identity, Cobb’s jaw ticked with anger. “Fucking hell.”

Floyd met them at their vehicle parked outside. “I’ll go as far as El Paso and smooth the way for you to get back if you have any problems. I know you want her… so do I. But I want the person masquerading as Carson Wright. And any other American citizens involved.”

“You’ll get ‘em… after I do.”

Floyd looked as though he was going to argue but wisely kept his mouth shut.

An hour later, the dark SUV maneuvered off the highway in El Paso that passed close to the Rio Grande. With papers and IDs that LSI had created and sent to Cobb, he went through the checkpoints at the bridge leading to Ciudad Juarez. Behind the wheel of the old truck filled with boxes of vegetables hiding the other Keepers in the back, he gave his papers to the guard and without a problem drove across the Rio Grande into Mexico. Once there, he drove to the Grand King Casino, pulling into the wide alley at the back where a few other delivery trucks had parked.

While he climbed down, the Keepers slipped unnoticed from the back and crept along the shadows in the alley. With Rank’s voice in his ear, he and Bray moved toward the kitchen door, each hauling a crate of vegetables while Tate and Drew made their way further down the alley.

Unlike many of the casinos in the U.S. that never closed, the Grand King Casino and restaurants were closed from one a.m. until seven a.m. This worked in Cobb’s favor since the kitchen now had a skeleton crew, mostly cleaning up from the previous day or prepping for the next. Security was so lax that no one in the kitchen even looked up to see who was walking through. Entering a back hall, Cobb and Bray set down the boxes and waited for the all-clear from LSI that the security cameras were on a different loop, allowing them to traverse the halls without any guards noticing a difference.

Following the trail given by Josh, they moved with stealth toward the stairs. Knowing he was getting closer to Josie but having no idea what had been happening with her, his heart pounded. Working to control his emotions, he focused as they slipped through the fire door at the top of the stairwell.

With an angled viewer around the corner, he could see a man at the end of the hall guarding a doorway. A gun was in his holster, but he must’ve felt no threat considering his back was against the wall, his arms crossed leisurely in front of him, and his eyes closed. Almost laughing at the ludicrous excuse for a guard that either the cartel or the casino employed, he listened for Drew’s signal. Once given, he bolted around the corner. The deliberate