Page 122 of Fatal Intent

He heard Zane talking to his wife, then a minute later, a door shut. “Okay. Go.”

Grant gave Zane their location. “I need you to hack into the traffic cams on the roads surrounding this camp. I have to find Rayne before something bad happens to her.”

“I’ll do my best but there’s no guarantee the roads out there have cameras.”

His heart skipped a beat, then plunged ahead at double the pace. Zane had to find a glimpse of the vehicles, anything to give them a starting point. If he lost Rayne now, he’d be a shadow of himself. She was everything to him.

“Any more information I can use to pinpoint their location?”

His hand clenched around the phone so hard the plastic groaned in protest. “I’m sorry, Z. I didn’t see them leave the area. We don’t know what they’re driving. There are five vehicles, though. They all kept their rides here.”

Then he thought about Eileen. “One more thing. Eileen Reed was shot and killed a few minutes ago. Elias called law enforcement and is waiting for them to arrive along with Iona and Riley.”

A groan from his friend. “Oh, man. I know what that means. I’ll notify the lawyer. Hold.”

From the phone’s speaker came the sound of rapid-fire keystrokes on Z’s keyboard. Two minutes later, Zane growled. “No cameras near the camp, Grant. That place is out in the middle of nowhere. I’m activating one of Rayne’s tracking tags now.”

Grant swallowed hard. Of course. The tag. In his haste to find his woman, he’d forgotten about them. Fortress operatives had two tracking tags inserted under the skin of their back as a safety measure in case they were captured by the enemy. The tags had saved several operatives’ lives.

A moment later, Zane said, “Got her. She’s moving toward the Kentucky border. I’m sending you and your team the link to her tracker’s GPS signal. I’ve already alerted the boss. Is there anything else I can do to help?”

“Keep tracking her signal in case we lose it. Also, I know you’re not on duty, but would you be our tech support on this mission? Rayne matters too much to have less than the best working with us.”

“You bet. Let me know when you’re ready for me to link in with your team.”

“Thanks, Z. I owe you one.”

“Nope. No debt owed between friends. Besides, I like your lady.”

“Me, too,” he murmured. Grant gripped his phone tighter, then called up the tracking app. He had to get her back.

“Well?” Seth said. “Where do we start?”

“She’s heading toward the Kentucky border.”

Their team leader shot off a text to the rest of the team, then slid his phone away. “We’ll take your ride and leave the other SUV for the rest of our team. Let’s move.”

Seth, Teagan, Andre, and Grant ran back toward the road at the front of the camp where they’d left their SUVs. Grant gritted his teeth as the pain in his side surged to the forefront of his mind. He hadn’t felt blood trickling down his side so he hoped that he’d escaped ripped stitches so far. His luck wouldn’t hold if he pushed himself much more.

Tough. He wasn’t sitting this one out. Popped stitches was a small price to pay to have Rayne safe and back in his arms where she belonged.

On and on they ran through the night until the operatives passed the entrance to the camp and headed toward the parked vehicles. When they were close enough, Grant unlocked the vehicle, and they piled into the SUV with Seth behind the wheel. As bad as Grant felt, situating him behind the wheel wouldn’t be wise.

Seconds later, Seth put the vehicle in motion. “Andre, you’re navigating. Tell me where to go.”

“Yes, sir.”

His team leader soared past the speed limit. “Let’s hope we don’t have any overzealous cops doing speed checks tonight.”

“No delays, Seth.” Grant shifted his position, uncomfortable. “Every minute counts.”

Teagan turned in the shotgun seat to look at Grant, her expression sympathetic. “We know. She’s the top priority.”

“He drugged her.” He pulled the used syringe from his cargo pocket, voice rising. “I don’t know what he gave Rayne. What if she’s allergic to the drug? She could be in trouble from the shot. On top of that, if Donovan has her, she might be the next victim to make me suffer. We have to find her.”

Seth glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “I get it. Believe me, I understand. If something happened to Teagan, I would be lost.”

She reached over and squeezed his thigh.