Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Been there, done that,” Elliott said. “You look at the GPS and wonder how the fuck they estimate it’s gonna take two hours to drive twenty klicks.”
“The view, though…” Gray smiled before shifting his focus and walking over to Shay. “It’s so good to see you, man.”
More greetings and hugs followed.
“…so Darius rented the place from a cycling club—apparently that’s huge in Andorra,” Gray was saying. “Kitchen, bathroom, and living room up here, but as you can see, we’ve put all our gear and stuff in the living room. The downstairs area is just a wide-open space with bunk beds—and another bathroom. Head down and grab a bed, make yourselves at home, and I’ll reheat dinner.”
“Thanks, kid. Good lookin’ out.” Reese clapped Gray on the back before taking the lead down the stairs.
“No problem, oldster,” Gray replied, not missing a beat.
“I knew I liked Gray for a reason,” Crew laughed.
The banter just never stopped in this crowd.
As soon as I had Blake back in my arms, I wanted nothing more than to take part—and to join their level of camaraderie, which I’d envied for years. Between work, deployments, raising my girl, and the shitshow that was Piper, friends were a foreign concept to me. Sure, I had work buddies I met up with for a beer or two every now and then, but that was really it. We went to the same bar, the one where I’d once reconnected with Elliott, and we had a few beers, we played pool, and then I went home, reminiscing about the time Elliott and I were there.
I wanted to make so many changes in my life.
Gray had been right in his description of the downstairs area. Past the entryway and bathroom, the room really was wide open, each wall lined with bunk beds. The center of the floor had nothing but a rug and a small table littered with cycling magazines.
Elliott and I dumped our backpacks on the bottom bunk he claimed as his, and I smacked a kiss to his cheek.
“It’s okay. I can climb.”
“Hey. I expect to get that shit from Crew.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“What shit?” Crew asked.
“Nothing,” Elliott insisted.
This waiting game before we could get to Carillo was going to be interesting and probably frustrating as hell.
River Tenley
I leaned back against the car and took another drag from my smoke. Breaking news. All over. I scrolled and scrolled on my phone, headline after headline…
The world knew that something had happened to the Blancos. The world knew the cartel was as good as wiped out.
I exhaled some smoke and counted back… Almost forty-eight hours had passed since we’d left Ecuador. If the sun didn’t tell me a new day had begun, I wouldn’t have known. We slept a couple hours here and there, whether it was day or night, and we ate, we worked out, we went through surveillance footage, we twiddled our damn thumbs, we hashed and rehashed strategies.
Luiz Gajero was probably arriving in Spain today, and he’d find out about Colombia as soon as he came ashore—if he didn’t already know. No need to include any Italian freelancers.
I scratched my forehead.
Their plans might very well change. It was a good thing we had eyes on Carillo at all times, because otherwise, we’d be screwed. I mean, the news about the Blancos was bound to send most affiliates into hiding.
The door opened, and Shay stepped out with Reese.
“There you are.” Shay smiled. “We’re headed out for a run. You wanna join?”
“Maybe next time. I’m waiting for Mercier to wake up.” I really liked that guy. We’d talked for hours yesterday, from breakfast to way past lunch, about strategy and the scenarios we might face. His experience was giving me great insight.
“We’ll bring breakfast with us,” Reese said. “Everything okay?”
I nodded with a dip of my chin. “I just wanna be ready. I think we’ll see movement today.”
“Yeah, that’s what the guys are talking about in the kitchen too,” he replied. “Anyway. We have that errand later too.”
I hadn’t forgotten.
“What errand?” Shay wondered.
I smiled. He’d find out soon enough.
Those worthless pieces of shit who’d kidnapped him had stolen his ring, and Reese and I wanted to see a new one on our boy’s finger.
Elliott Jones
I scrubbed a hand over my jaw and clicked to the next screen. How Ortega and Darius had managed to install four surveillance cameras with direct view of Carillo’s safehouse was nothing short of impressive. The one with the best footage was only some twenty feet away from the house. Every time someone left, we knew about it. Clear view of the driveway as well, and that one was grand. Five cars.
Like our safehouse, theirs sat on the side of a steep mountainside with few entry points besides the driveway.
“You want me to get Ortega?” Darius asked, sitting down next to me on the couch. He handed me a cup of coffee.