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Sarah’s finger tightened on the trigger. “And look where doing the right thing got them.”
The gunshot was deafeningly loud in the confined space.
But it wasn’t Sarah who’d fired.
Rex Blackwood, her boss, emerged from behind them, his weapon smoking. Sarah’s gun clattered to the concrete as she grabbed her wounded hand, cursing.
“Sarah Lincoln, you’re under arrest,” Rex announced as FBI agents raced toward her.
As they zip-tied Sarah’s hands behind her back, she continued to rage. “You have no idea what you’ve done! The people I work with don’t forgive this kind of disruption. They’ll come for all of you.”
Simon joined them. “Actually, we’ve been monitoring your communications for months. Operation Clean Sweep just hit seventeen locations simultaneously across four countries. Your entire network is being dismantled as we speak.”
Sarah’s face went white. “That’s impossible.”
“Anton Karakov is in federal custody. Elena Vasquez is in custody. Most of your key operatives are either dead or arrested.” Simon’s voice carried grim satisfaction. “It’s over.”
For the first time since Olive had met her, Sarah looked truly defeated.
CHAPTER 66
While paramedics worked on Jason, Olive made her way to the holding area where Simon was helping process the trafficking victims. She found Tevin being loaded onto a gurney.
“He’s still alive?” She rushed to him, glancing at the paramedics. She’d been so certain he was dead. But . . .
“He’s critical,” one of the paramedics said. “We need to get him to the hospital.”
She nodded, an ache forming her heart as she watched Tevin being wheeled away. At least he was still hanging in. She prayed he’d be okay.
As she stepped back and let the paramedics do their jobs, she felt movement behind her.
She turned to see Trick and Nova. Olive threw her arms around them, so grateful they were unharmed.
“We knew you’d find us,” Nova said with a weak smile. “You always do.”
“What happened?” Olive rushed. “How did they capture you?”
“One minute we were doing our stakeout,” Trick said. “The next moment, men surrounded us with guns. We couldn’t fight our way out of it.”
“I’m so happy to see you.” Olive gave them another hug.
She wasn’t usually a hugger, but maybe this situation had changed her.
Things continued to happen in a whirlwind.
Across the warehouse, Olive spotted a familiar figure in a police uniform talking with an FBI agent.
“Dean?” She approached Jason’s brother-in-law, noting his grim expression.
He turned toward her, relief washing over his features. “Olive. I’m glad you’re safe.”
“Jason’s being treated right now. He was shot, but he should be fine.”
“I know. I just talked to him.” He paused. “I wanted to let you know that my suspicions were correct. They had our police chief on their payroll. They were basically paying him to look the other way.”
“That’s a shame. But I’m glad it’s over, that he can deal with the consequences now.”
Dean paused, his jaw tight. “I also found out that Nancy Brennan—Lloyd’s girlfriend—has been cooperating with the FBI for months. I just talked to the agent in charge, and she filled me in. She’s been in FBI custody ever since she left the hospital that night.”
