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Oh man, this was not what she planned at all. Her shoulders sagged. Yolanda was going to be furious. And she didn’t have enough reception to call her and warn her or the clients.
“Is there a place I can stay?” she asked. Maybe they’d have a signal booster or a landline. Something that would give her a way to the outside world.
The way Quincy grinned, it almost made her nervous. “About ten miles from here, there’s a bed and breakfast. My nephew, Jackson, runs the place. Let me give him a call, and he can give you a lift while I get your car towed to the shop.”
Now she wished she’d been paying attention when they arrived in town. “There aren’t any hotels?”
“There’s one, but I wouldn’t stay there.”
The way he scrunched his face made Grace wonder just how bad the hotel could be.
“Okay. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.” She paused. “Is there any way I could get my suitcase out of my car?”
“I’ll bring it by later this afternoon. I’m having dinner with Jackson tonight anyway.”
“I appreciate that.”
He waved her off like it was no big deal. “Go find yourself something to drink in the store. My treat. It shouldn’t take Jackson long to get here.”
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Sneak Peek! The Ranger’s Chance Chapter 1
Worst assignment ever. Those three words had been set on repeat the moment Noah Wolf had stepped inside the Miami Beach dance club an hour ago in the hopes that the woman he was tracking would show up. It wasn’t so much the club but the seizure-inducing flashing lights and the deafening music that he hated. If he’d known his assignment would take him to the most popular destination for spring break, he’d have passed on it. This was more Gunner’s speed.
Now that he was in Miami, there was nothing he could do but stick it out and hope the woman he was assigned to stick close to wouldn’t stay in town very long. What was a twenty-six-year-old computer geek doing in Miami on spring break? He was only thirty himself, but even when he had been in his twenties, this sort of place didn’t appeal to him.
His phone vibrated against his thigh, and he pulled it out. Pam? She must have a good reason for calling. He put it to his ear. “Hold on.”
Hopefully, Pamela Williams, his soon-to-be former boss, would have something for him. Noah still couldn’t wrap his head around this being her last time calling the shots. The Guardian Group would be under his leadership as soon as they brought down Tom Harrison—a known middleman for human traffickers. To be more accurate though, the disgusting man didn’t discriminate against what he shipped. He’d ship anything as long as he was paid for it, including guns and drugs.
After a year of Noah being undercover in Harrison’s trade, they thought they had the guy, but a technicality had set him free. Noah had disguised himself by dyeing his hair and letting it grow longer than he liked, sporting an itchy beard and mustache, and wearing contacts. And it had all been for nothing.
Shoving a twenty into the lanky bartender’s hand, Noah ducked outside and walked toward the surf so that he could hear. “Okay.”
“I think I have hearing loss,” Pam joked.
Pam had just started the process of assembling a team for the Guardian Group when she’d hired Noah and his team of ex-Army Rangers—Gunner, Ryder, Kolby, Elijah, and Mason. They’d taken on clients ranging from single moms with abusive ex-husbands to women with stalkers to celebrities in need of protection.
His current detail was a favor for the district attorney, and, admittedly, when Noah was first asked, he’d jumped at the chance for something different. After dealing with the spring break crowd, however, he was regretting even thinking it.
“I think I should get hazard pay,” Noah replied. “What did you find out?”
“She’s worked for Harrison for the last three days. After being referred by Galen White.”
Ryder Whitlock, the Guardian Group’s resident computer genius, had found out through chatter between Harrison and another known shipper, Galen White, that Mia Milan had been hired to work for Harrison. Mia was a computer security specialist out of Dallas, Texas. Ryder had also said to presume she knew exactly what Harrison did for a living, which, in Noah’s mind, made her an accomplice. Noah was in Miami to get to her laptop, if possible, and to stay close to keep her safe in the hopes that she’d come to trust him and testify against Harrison.
“Anything new?” Noah asked.
“Yeah, and we’d have called sooner, but this was the first bit of new chatter we could pull. They’ve been uncharacteristically quiet.”
That wasn’t good. One thing White and Harrison were good at was talking. For bad guys, they didn’t keep their mouths shut. They trusted their security too much. “Do you think they’ll kill her? We need her to testify.”
“Based on their previous referral track record, there’s no doubt. Harrison will wait until she’s out of Miami before going after her by using goons that aren’t tied to him. That’s his typical M.O.”
Noah swore under his breath. “Do we know where she is?”
