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The screen went dark. It could mean many things—including perhaps that the translator had lost his body cam. Or that he was injured.

Marie prayed again. It was all she could do.

Praying was an automatic thing for her these days. She had prayed so much since she left Jonas, left Logan, left Atlanta. While they were in good hands with Mendenhall Security keeping them safe, Marie couldn’t help but wish that she were there with them.

Praying was her only reprieve.

Well, truly, God was her only reprieve.

There was no communication from Team Eldorado for the next ten minutes until Marie heard Esperanza over her headset. She assumed everyone else heard her too.

“Looks like Buchanan.” Esperanza’s voice was calm. “A DNA test will confirm it.”

The entire room cheered.

“Don’t celebrate yet. He’s still alive,” Esperanza said. “Hey Marie?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Zaid says hello.”

So he was there. Marie was quite confident they had really gotten Buchanan if Zaid was on it. That man seemed to be just as determined as Esperanza—if not more so—to get Buchanan.

Marie prayed that the worst was over. If they caught Buchanan, Esperanza would make sure he went to trial. If Zaid had anything to do with it, Buchanan was as good as dead.

All Marie could think of right now was Jonas. There was no doubt in her mind that if Buchanan escaped or was released, he would come after more than just Marie next time. He would come after her entire family.

If anything happened to Jonas, both she and Logan would be devastated.

If anything happened to Logan, Jonas would be fatherless. It would break Jonas’s heart.

And mine too.

Yes, mine too.

Chapter Forty-Seven

One month later, Logan found Jonas praying in his playroom. He was sitting among his toy cars and trucks, surrounded by tracks that meandered all over the floor.

“God, keep Mommy safe and Daddy sane.” His voice was soft, almost in a whisper, but Logan heard him nonetheless.

Sane?

Where did Jonas learn that word?

Then again, Logan would be lying if he didn’t admit that he was losing his sanity not being able to see Marie. She had been gone for two and a half months.

I miss her as though I would never see her again.

He wished he hadn’t let Marie go three years before. He regretted going through with the divorce.

What couldn’t they resolve without separating from each other?

Couldn’t they have met in the middle somewhere?

It stilled bothered him that Marie couldn’t tell him what he wanted to know about her other job, the hush-hush one that she couldn’t even talk about.

And her friend Esperanza—she didn’t look like someone Marie had randomly met at the hairdresser. She looked like she could kill.

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