Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I rest a pair of binoculars in my lap, scrunching down some when a car turns on the street, coming up from behind us. The dark sedan is out of place in such a low-income area, and I'm not at all surprised when it pulls up outside the house.
The passenger side door opens, and a guy about Zeus's size climbs out before taking a glance around. His eyes, much like the guy on the porch, never pause over our car, indicating they aren't aware they're being watched.
"Are you fucking seeing this?" I ask on a gasp when the guy opens the back passenger door, and a very familiar man steps out.
I can't believe my fucking eyes, but I know better than to press my palms to them in order to make sure I'm not seeing shit.
"Is that Nathan fucking Adair?" Zeus snaps, sitting up straighter behind the steering wheel.
"It sure as fuck is," I mutter as I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Casper.
We had suspicions that this place might be one of Adair's houses, but we never dreamed the guy would come out of hiding to get his hands dirty with any part of the day-to-day business.
There has been a manhunt for Adair for months. It was presumed that the man had hauled ass out of the country to one that doesn't extradite to the United States, but here he is in fucking South Carolina, in the flesh.
"He looks smaller than I pictured him," Zeus mutters, but I guess everyone is smaller compared to the massive man.
"It's his reach that makes him seem bigger," I say as I wait for Casper to respond.
The man is notorious for many evil things. He's known for trafficking guns and drugs, but mostly, he's the one to go to when you have some of the sickest fantasies to live out. Women and children are expendable to him. He doesn't keep his girls very long because they quickly end up shells of themselves from the abuse he allows them to suffer. He goes from town to town, kidnapping women right before he leaves, leaving their dead bodies in the next town. It's a constant fucking cycle of pain and abuse.
There's a whole dark website setup like the man is a traveling fucking show that people fight to get tickets to. Just the sight of him disgusts me.
Adair hadn't been spotted once in recent months after a series of events where his son was killed in a raid, and his stepdaughter was meant to testify against him.
Jericho was deep undercover in Adair's organization, but he burned his position to get Brielle, the stepdaughter, out of that situation. Right after that case, Jericho went from working for ICE to working with Cerberus.
This feels like a situation he should be involved in, and I make sure to shoot off a text saying as much to Casper. But there's a good chance that Adair could disappear again and be gone for several more months before being spotted again, before Jericho could even get on the helicopter and bring the piece of shit to justice. We're six hours from the cabin.
I know as much as Jericho would like to be the man who puts Adair in a pair of handcuffs, I also know he wouldn't risk letting the man get away just so he can be the one to do so. Just having him behind bars and no longer able to wreak havoc on the world is enough.
The hoops Cerberus in New Mexico have had to jump through to make sure the people on their property are safe from this very man and others in his organization are crazy. They've bought more property, putting access to them even further out than it already was. They spend more time patrolling their borders and keeping people safe than they have been taking missions.
I know it's something Kincaid never wanted to happen, but when he created Cerberus all those decades ago, the technology we have now was only a pipe dream. He didn't know that internet access would tell any person in a simple search exactly where the headquarters was located.
Now that he has a wife, kids, and more than a handful of grandkids, he's hell-bent on keeping them safe from men like Adair.
It's always been assumed that Adair's end goal was to get back at Brielle, who also just happens to be in a relationship with one of the guys from New Mexico, making the compound a target.
My phone lights up with Casper's response. Although it's exactly what I expected, it still makes me want to grind my teeth.
Casper: We're mobilizing. Will take a minimum of two and a half hours to get there. Whatever you do, don't lose him.
Me: Is there anything we can do other than sit on this fucking house?