of damage with a computer.”
“Can we send a message back to whoever sent this?” Owen demanded.
“I’m going to the hotel office.” Sidika closed her laptop and raced for the door. “I’ll try to trace it back.”
Percival nodded at Konrad, who rose and followed her.
“Maybe, maybe…” Jennika’s fingers were flying over the keyboard. “If we can, what should it say?”
Everyone looked at her. Selene blinked, her brain briefly and terrifyingly blank.
“Yes,” Langston said. “Just say yes, and ask if she knows where they are.”
“Wait.” Selene closed her eyes, mind whirling as she went over everything Luca had said about his sister. “Say…say…” She took a breath. “‘Yes, but not if it means risking you.’ He wouldn’t want that.”
Milo leaned over and typed out the message in Italian.
“How are you getting it to her?” Langston asked.
“I’m putting the document in the print queue and pausing it.” Jennika looked up. “The printer equivalent of writing a draft email in an account both parties have access to.”
“Did it work?” Selene demanded.
“I don’t know yet.” Jennika tapped and then a mirror image of her screen appeared on the TV. The window showing the printer queue was up, a single untitled document listed as “paused.”
Selene had a sudden vivid flashback to all the times she’d had to call university technical support because she was having trouble printing. That life seemed so far away.
A second document appeared, and a moment later, the printer started up. Milo ripped the paper out of the tray as a black wall of code appeared on the other half of Jennika’s screen.
“‘He has strayed from God’s path. I cannot save him, but know it would be His’—Capital H—‘work for you to do so.’” Milo looked up.
“The sister is a card-carrying believer,” Langston said grimly.
“But she loves her brother,” Claudette said softly.
“Ask her where he is,” Selene demanded.
“And how she knows,” Percival said.
“No.” Selene looked around, ready to fight anyone who dared suggest they do anything that put Oscar and Luca’s lives at risk. “How doesn’t matter. If she knows, that’s all that matters. We get them back safely and deal with the rest of it later.”
“Agreed,” Owen said. “Our priority is their safety. I know we have outstanding questions as to how our adversaries are obtaining their information, but we deal with that after we get Oscar and Luca back.”
Milo glanced at Percival, then Owen. When Jennika slid the laptop toward him, he typed up a simple message.
“What did you say?” Langston asked.
“‘Where is he? I will save him.’”
They watched as Jennika dropped it into the print queue, a digital drop spot. The reply came faster this time, the printer whirring to life.
Again, Milo grabbed the paper. “It’s an address.” He passed the paper to Jennika, who pulled up the location on a map.
“That’s an hour away from here,” Milo said.
“Is this a current image?” Claudette asked. “It looks like a construction site.”
“Yes, from a few days ago,” Jennika said.
The image resolution wasn’t great, but it was enough to see a gray building surrounded by dirt with yellow heavy equipment parked around it.
“Let’s go.” Langston stood.
“We need a plan.” Rodrigo hadn’t shifted from his position, lounging sexily against the wall. Selene recalled she and Luca joking just this morning about adding Rodrigo to their gang bang wish list. Her heart lurched and she forced herself to take deep, slow breaths because there was no way she was going to fall apart. Her men needed her. And she needed them.
“This is a trained military force. We need a plan. Milo, does Cohortes Praetorianae have a military strike team?”
“We do, but they’re on a job. I have contacts with Arma dei Carabinieri.”
“We need to go in now,” Langston countered. “They might be…” His voice trailed off and he swallowed.
Oscar and Luca might be subjected to torture. Or they might already be dead.
The need to act made Selene tremble.
“A firefight is the last thing we want,” Rhys drawled.
“Then we create a distraction and send in an extraction team,” Kristin said. “I’ve done distractions before.”
“Langston, you could build us a bomb?” Owen asked.
“Always, just point me toward a kitchen.”
“It’s still high risk,” Rodrigo countered. “They’d be trained for that. They’re not amateurs. A distraction and they’ll close ranks, making it harder to get to our people.”
“I can distract them,” Kristin said again, with an arched brow and slight smile.
Rodrigo blinked. “I’m sure you can.”
Kristin was one of those stop-men-in-their-tracks beauties.
“I’ll redirect a sewer line and flood the building,” she finished.
Rhys choked on a laugh. “That is