Page 65 of Under Pressure

Knox rubbed the back of his neck. “So, we’re going in blind.”

“We need to go out tonight before the sun goes down and scout it out,” Sean said. “Once we have a better idea of what we’re getting ourselves in for, we’ll make a plan from there.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to get everything out in time?” Gray asked.

Sean thought about Ryker’s descriptions of what had been stolen. More than likely, they’d all been stored in one place, maybe even together in a container they could lift out of there with the three of them. He doubted the items would just be left lying about. “It seems likely that they were packed and transferred to theRey Del Marin one or two containers. I’m optimistic.”

“How’d your mom’s birthday party go?” Gray asked out of the blue.

Blue. Always Blue. “Good until the hurricane alert.”

“Nothing eventful happen?” Knox joined in on the inquiry.

“Why would you think that?” Sean wished he’d gotten two dozen donuts.

Gray leaned against the wood bench, folding his arms over his chest. “You seem off. Blue.”

Sean nearly jumped out of his skin. “Where?” he glanced around, thinking she’d just walked in when he realized what Gray had meant. Not Blue the person, blue the emotion. He tried to cover his mishap. “What?”

Knox pointed to his face. “It’s your resting face. It’s not happy. It’s always happy.”

“Is this about that girl that came in here the other day?” Gray asked. “Bluebell?”

“Guys, we have more important things to deal with right now than my love life,” Sean said.

Knox let out a startled laugh and whacked Wolfe in the shoulder. “Did he just say ‘love life?’ Sean Clayton?”

Wolfe nodded.

“I never thought I’d see the day.” Knox let out a low whistle.

Sean ignored him and stared down at the map again; the corners were curling up. He grabbed a wrench and placed it on the edge. There, problem solved.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wolfe asked, in a quiet tone that sent goosebumps up Sean’s arms.

Sean swallowed the lump in his throat and gave his friends his biggest smile. “What I want is to strap on my SCUBA tank, dive into one of the most dangerous currents on the Florida coast, and recover the lost jewels of a small country right under Titan’s stupid Roman nose.”

Big smiles covered their faces—especially Gray’s. His attempt at distraction worked, but Sean dared any man to not get giddy, and distracted, over the idea of a treasure hunt. He’d thrown in the whole getting the better of Titan thing to sweeten the deal, even though he didn’t personally have a problem with Titan, and it’d worked beautifully.

Gray rubbed his palms together, making a sanding sound. “Let’s do it.”

“We’re gonna do the whole in-your-face Titan move.” Wolfe wagged a finger. “But this conversation isn’t over.”

Sean nodded, agreeing. He wasn’t the type of person to hold in his emotions, and he wouldn’t be now if there wasn’t a major ticking clock hanging over them. The fact of the matter was that there were thousands of people counting on him being able to complete this job.

Plus, Blue was never more lost to him than she was now. He had better chances of recovering the crown jewels off the bottom of the ocean than winning her back.

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Chapter 13

Don

“How’d you get his address again?” Harry grunted from his place on the ground. He and Walt were on all fours acting as a stool for Don so he could peer in the window of one Jonah Theodore Walker.

Carefully, he leaned on the window frame of the main floor of the boy’s house. He hadn’t even started shuttering up. Pathetic. If the man couldn’t take care of his house, how was he supposed to be able to take care of his woman and children? Lawn chairs and a portable fire pit sat in his yard, wind chimes hung from his front porch, tinkling louder and louder as the wind picked up, and his bright yellow boat sat uncovered in the driveway. He hadn’t even shut his kitchen window—which currently workedin Don’s favor. In the background, the sounds of squealing tires and gunshots came from a T.V.

Harry wobbled beneath him. “Don? How’d you get his address?”