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“Then don’t,” said Ghost. “You stay right here and let the medical team help to figure out what’s going on.”

“I don’t think it’s something bad,” said Katelyn. “It doesn’t feel like something that’s hurting us. It’s like – like a call. Someone is trying to call us, and we don’t know how to answer.”

“Let’s start there,” smiled Ghost. “If you start to feel out of sorts or out of place again, I want you to come to one of us. Because you’re not going anywhere. Deal?”

“Deal,” they said in unison, smiling at the older man. They watched as he walked away and then looked at one another.

“I feel better,” said Monroe. “But I do feel like someone is trying to reach us.” Victoria nodded, looking at the others.

“Me too, Monroe. Me too.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“We’re moving most of the animals off the island,” said Sniff, standing with Lucy in the conference room. “We’re going to leave Alvin, Semu, the lions and tigers, a few of the bison. If we take too many off, it will look odd.”

“So help me, if they shoot those animals, I’m going to rip their throats out,” said Miller.

“I need everyone to be in stealth cover throughout the island. Comms added some cameras to ensure that we have views of every possible angle for the island. We’ve even added cameras on the road to the bridge and in the parking lot. However, he thinks he’s going to get the Samaan family on that island. We’re going to see it.”

Sly walked into the auditorium, staring at the faces of the entire team. The seniors had asked for the VG crew to sit in so they would know what was happening on the property and be prepared to help if needed.

“Nine? We might have an issue.”

“Shit, what now?”

“I’ve been keeping tabs on weapon sales, anything that could be used as a bomb or incendiary device, that sort of thing. Three rocket launchers were purchased yesterday via a black-market dealer. The purchase was made just outside of Houston, which is a little too close if you ask me.”

“Fuck,” muttered Gaspar. “If they have a rocket launcher, they could get close enough to do some serious damage to the main property.”

“Another thing. Francis D’Agostino is on the line for you.”

The men all stared at one another, wondering what the mafia boss would want with them. Since Ghost was the most familiar with him, he took the call.

“Francis, long time no see,” smirked Ghost, staring at the screen. The background was blacked out, not showing the others in the room.

“I’d like to keep it that way, you big ugly asshole,” said the man.

“Now, that’s not nice. I left you alone,” said Ghost.

“Yes. You did indeed, and you kept your word. For that, I owe you, and this is my payment. I understand you’re hunting down Cassius Hugo.”

“That’s not his real name, but yes, we are.”

“That figures,” frowned the old man. “He accepted more than six million dollars from me as an investor in his new distillery, which I now understand was an illegal group of stills that you have destroyed.”

“I did have some help,” smirked Ghost.

“Still a smart ass. Anyway, I want my six million back, so if you could figure out where my money is before you kill him, I’d appreciate it.”

“You’re assuming we’ll find him and kill him,” said Ghost. D’Agostino laughed so hard they thought he might have a heart attack.

“We both know that you’ll find the piece of shit. I have to say, this one is a bit personal for me. I’m usually good at reading people, and I never let a man fool me. He was fucking good at that. Always would show up with, uh, shall we say, free entertainment for us at our meetings. Brought his new liquor with him, and the boys enjoyed it.”

“None of them got sick?” asked Ghost.

“I didn’t say that. I had two boys that had to take off an entire week, but they’re better now.”

“You’re lucky,” said Ghost. “We’ve had people dying from it. But back to why you called, if we can get your money for you, we will, but it’s doubtful he has any left.”

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