“Yeah. The man’s in love.”
Marie didn’t know how to respond to that. “You got that out of a phone message?”
“You must have had a good time on the cruise—aside from the incidents.”
“Before Buchanan showed up and ruined our party.” Marie breathed in deeply.
“We’re going to take care of him. Don’t you worry.”
At the end of the hallway, a door opened and about four or five people in combat gear marched in.
“Our reinforcements have arrived.” Esperanza went to greet them.
MI5.
Marie knew that the United Kingdom Security Service was after Molyneux. Buchanan was secondary to them. Even the United States Central Intelligence Agency thought that Buchanan would eventually give up Molyneux.
I fear they will all make a deal with Buchanan and let him go.
Marie’s family would never be safe until Buchanan was behind bars or dead.
Perhaps Zaid’s people would not let Buchanan go.
Marie began to pray.
Chapter Forty-Six
Crack!
“What’s that?” Marie pressed her headset against her ears. The sound didn’t repeat.
“Did you hear that?” she asked her colleagues in the operational center. This corner of the room was filled with translators and analysts with far more time in the battlefield than she had, but Esperanza had put Marie in charge because the head translator was out there with Esperanza.
The people nearest her shook their heads.
Crack-crack-crack!
“There!” Marie said.
“Got it.”
Finally. Maybe we need better equipment.
Marie was already on to the next step, but she could not get hold of the team across the street. “Eldorado? Come in, Eldorado?”
Team Eldorado did not respond.
Marie tried another channel. Still nothing.
Lord, please keep everybody safe.
She knew it was a blanket prayer, but that was all she could say right now. Even if she simply called to God, she knew that God would read her mind and hear her prayer. God was powerful like that. He knew all things, saw all things, heard all things.
Marie glanced at the next person over. Her screen was at least fifty-two inches, and she was tracking Team Eldorado through the live cam attached to the videographer embedded with Esperanza.
Marie’s screen was filled with sound waves—
She heard a voice speaking Arabic.