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“And you don’t want to be infected with the virus yourself, do you?” Elias snorted. “Let me guess. You plan to go on an extended vacation where Garcia and Mendoza can’t find you and the US doesn’t have an extradition treaty, right?”

Cowan said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” He looked at Andre, eyebrow raised in silent question.

Andre circled to stand in front of Cowan. “Who else in The Company is in bed with Obsidian Storm?”

“Berkley.”

“And?”

“Neil Washington, our supervisor.”

“Anyone else?”

He shook his head.

“If you lie to me, there’s nowhere far enough for you to hide from me. I already have a grievance against you for setting up Riley. Don’t make it worse by lying.”

“I’m not. I swear.”

“How did you get involved with Garcia and Mendoza?”

“Washington introduced us when we were in Mexico with him. We were evaluating new agents in the field.”

“How much money have you earned from Obsidian Storm?”

“I didn’t keep track.”

“Cowan.” Andre picked up one of Riley’s knives from the counter and twisted it so that the steel blade glittered in the dim light.

“No, wait.” His voice rose. “I have about $8 million in a couple of accounts. Compared to what they make running drugs and guns, that’s a paltry sum of money.”

“It’s enough to start a new life and live like a king. Where are the accounts located?”

Cowan glared at him but answered the question truthfully. Andre already had that information because Zane had found the accounts a few minutes earlier.

Andre signaled Violet to prepare another sedative for the disgraced federal agent. “Is there anything else you want to get off your chest, Cowan?”

The agent gave a wry smile. “You wrung me dry. I have nothing else to tell. You surprised me. I’m known for never giving in to pressure or torture, but I’ve seen nothing like the techniques you used on me. Whoever taught them to you is a genius.”

He studied the other man. “I believe you mean that. So, I’ll ask again. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

“I already told you everything I know. I’m not in the Storm’s inner circle.” His gaze shifted from one operative to another before returning to Andre. “Look, I won’t tell anyone about this. I understand you were only protecting your property. No harm, no foul, all right? I’ll go home, pack, and get out of the country. Maybe an island in the Caribbean would be safe from the Storm and its crazy leaders.”

And the virus. Couldn’t forget the help Cowan had offered Obsidian Storm. Andre signaled Violet. “I think you’ll be too busy to move to the Caribbean.”

Elias clamped his hand over Cowan’s mouth as Violet plunged the hypodermic needle into the agent’s muscle and depressed the plunger. He was out in less than a minute.

“How long will he be unconscious?” Seth asked.

“At least twelve hours.”

“Good. Andre, call Maddox and ask for the black site pick-up crew to swing by and take Cowan off of our hands.”

Before Andre could comply, his phone signaled an incoming call. He glanced at the screen. Zane. He swiped the screen andplaced the call on speaker. “It’s Andre. You’re on speaker with Echo and Artemis.”

“Understood.”