Page 113 of The Saint

“Sit down,” Boss Man ordered.

Dread curled in the pit of his stomach.Fuck. Why would Boss Man be here?They’d found Amelia. Amelia was dead—no other reason for Jared motherfuckin’ Westin to make a house call. Everything about his world crashed.

“You’re going to keep it together,” Jared demanded.

“Not making that promise, Boss Man.”

Jared’s nostrils flared, but he lifted his chin in understanding. “I have to show you something bad, but it comes with good news.” He didn’t waste time and held up his phone.

“Fuck.” His stomach roiled. “Fuck.” Camden snatched the phone and paced, staring at his beautiful woman, beaten and swollen and drooling blood. His nausea turned into a blood-boiling rage. His teeth gnashed. “Where is she?”

“That’s the good news.” Jared watched him, maybe deciding how much to share.

“Where is she?”

“Somewhere in Maryland. Techs are still working their magic for a precise location.”

What were they still doing here? They could at least start driving. “Let’s go.”

“Cool your jets. The damage has been done. It’s proof of life. She’s still alive—”

“Doesn’t fuckin’ look like she’s doing all that well.” Camden ran his hands into his hair and pulled. “The CIA think she’s a sleeper agent. We need to get there before them.”

“They’re the ones who intercepted it, and yeah, they’re hunting her.”

“Fuck.” He couldn’t think. They had to get to Amelia first.

“Asshole, listen up.” Jared waited for Camden to look. “They’re also asking if you want in on this.” He smirked. “You can probably thank Beth Tourne for that.”

“That woman is not on our team.”

“That woman is giving you a shot to figure this out and maybe talk to Amelia before they take her to some black site and you never see her again.”

He pulled his hair until it hurt then turned back to Jared. “How’d they intercept the picture?”

His scowl tightened. “That’s the same question Parker asked, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll deal with that after the job’s done.”

Jared’s phone buzzed. He answered it with a grunt. The lines on his forehead deepened, then he hung up. “Ready to suit up with their extraction team?”

A flare of hope slightly cooled his raging panic. “They found her?”

“Think so.” Boss Man nodded. “You wanna keep talking or roll out?”

Camden dressed in record speed. They hit the road in a souped-up Suburban.Government plates.Damn it.The idea of using another CIA-proffered vehicle made his skin crawl until Jared messed with the dashboard. Lights spun as their tires flew.Morning traffic pulled out of their way. Though they were flying down the left lanes at top speeds, time passed painfully.

Finally, they pulled into a run-down shopping center that was still bustling with cars. Jared parked near the gathering of unmarked government vehicles. The stores could have used fresh paint and new signs like every other business he’d seen within the last few miles—the kind of place where people kept their heads down and never saw anything. Camden reached for the door.

“Hang tight.”

He turned toward his boss, itching to get into the fray.

“This is their show,” Jared cautioned.

“Got it. I know the drill.”

“They say hold, you hold.”

“I got it—”

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