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“She’s okay aside from a concussion. They’re keeping her overnight for observation.”

“Don’t let anything else happen to her before I get there.”

“You’re coming here?” Kade pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. He knew Conner was opening a club here in New York, but the man was firmly planted in Chicago.

“Da.” Conner spoke to someone in the background. “Viktor says you need help, military help. I am better than he is at covert ops. I am coming to get my nephew.”

This was what he was telling Angel about. Family. A big family who would jump in without being asked. He wanted this for their kids.

“I’ll send Nik to pick you up. What time do you get in?”

“My flight arrives at seven tonight. We’ll go shopping when I get there.”

“Shopping?”

“Da, brat. We will need guns, lots of guns. Unless you want to let the police know ahead of time?”

“I don’t know.” Did he want to involve the police? It would be the smartest move, but they might not believe him. Then they’d waste precious time. Time his son might not have. If the cartel knew Angel recognized him, they might not wait to start torturing him.

“We’ll figure it out when I get there.” Conner disconnected without even saying goodbye.

“He does that now.” Nik shook his head at their brother’s bad manners. “Mama would switch his backside good for that, even though he’s a head taller and three times wider than she is.”

“Come on back in, and we’ll eat while we wait for Angel to wake up…” He trailed off when he saw Max get out of the elevator. That was quick. Too quick. He probably just grabbed his laptop and hadn’t had time to even run the check.

“We need to find a quiet place to talk.” Max glanced around nervously.

“You found something?”

Max nodded curtly.

Kade asked Marcy if there was somewhere they could talk quietly and privately. She showed them to an empty on call room with a lock on the door. She didn’t ask any questions, much to her credit.

“What?”

Max opened his laptop and showed the police report that had been filed earlier. It was a man who worked for the construction company. He sent a snapshot to Watkins, who had been there this morning, and got a confirmation that it was the man who hadn’t shown up. His boss came instead. They’d found him a few blocks from his wife’s new building, dead.

“This makes no sense. Why would they kill a construction guy?”

“If they dumped her phones, they would have seen she’d made several calls to the business. If it were me, I’d have called them and gotten all the juicy details.”

“They’re not going to give out client information…”

“Kade.” Max put a hand up and stopped him. “It’s a construction company, not a doctor’s office. If someone called and said they couldn’t remember what time their meeting was or who it was with, they would have confirmed it.”

“Motherfucker.”

“You should know this. You were in the FBI.”

“I do know it, I’m just fucking tired.” He sat down on one of the beds. “They probably grilled the kid and got the address. The bastards leave no witnesses behind. He was dead the minute they got his name.”

“Do you know anyone who works gang intel down in Florida?” Max closed his laptop. “If it were Texas, I’d have you covered, but I know jackshit about Florida.”

“It’s been years. I can get in touch with my old handler, but he was my only contact while I was there.”

“I think Cole knows some people down there.”

“Cole?” Kade searched his memory but came up blank.

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