Extraction Point (Ricochet #3) Read Online Free Page B

ground his teeth together. “But—”
    “No. I am ordering you to stand down until we have a plan in place. No one here is to go in alone. That is an order . Does everyone understand?” Mack’s stare was hard, his eyes shards of flint. C.O. McEvoy was in charge, and after years in the various branches of the military, every man in the room was trained to follow his every order.
    “Yes sir.” A practiced chorus of shouts went out.
    “Rick?” Mack raised an eyebrow at the scowling man who was still standing rigid, his fists clenched at his sides.
    Rick couldn’t believe Mack was tying his hands like this. His need to get to Quinn had him halfway out the door already. But his brain knew that it would be dangerous to go in blind, so reluctantly, he acquiesced. “Yes sir.”
    “Good. Tucker, get me a map of Dawsonville, specifically the northeast side of the lake and get it up on the big screen. Rick, is there any paperwork in there regarding the sale of Quinn’s house?”
    Rick flipped through the stack, handing Mack a document from Quinn’s lawyer about a real estate agent.
    Tucker leapt from his seat to pull up the map. Less than two minutes later, the image was on the giant television screen mounted on the wall of the conference room.
    Rick was just about ready to jump out of his skin. The urge to scream in frustration was pushing at his chest, itching to burst out like that creature in that movie, Alien .
    Mack pushed a button on the phone to speak to Tucker in Mission Control. “Zoom in on the upper third of the map.” The roads and buildings grew larger. “Now on the lower right quadrant.” The screen complied with each directive until Mack pointed at the only house left in the frame. “There, that’s Quinn’s father’s house. Where she grew up. It matches the address on this document.” Mack made eye contact with each one of his agents. “I’ve been to that house before. It’s been a few years, but I remember it well. Now, let’s figure out how we’re going to get this shitbag.”
    Rick exhaled in relief. This was the break he was waiting for.
     
     
     
     
    Crying was a big mistake, Quinn thought as she stared into the blackness that surrounded her. Now, she wasn’t just sore all over, but her one good eye was swollen as well and her possibly broken nose was leaking copious amounts of mucus and blood. She used the washcloth to wipe it and gasped. Quinn literally saw stars when she lightly touched the end of her nose.
    Yep, probably broken.
    It wouldn’t be the first time Travis broke her nose. That wasn’t what hurt so badly. It was the mental anguish that pained her. Quinn had truly believed she would never have to go through this again. That she was so wrong, about everything, was devastating. Her lip started to quiver at the thought of Travis, about how she was never going to be rid of him. Not until one of them was dead. Unfortunately, it was looking more and more as if she would be the one to go first.
    Rick had to have noticed she was missing by now. Even if no one knew where her lawyer’s office was, today was Monday, so the employees who parked in the garage were bound to find Mack’s abandoned truck and know something had happened to her, maybe called the police.
    It had seemed right at the time, but in hindsight Quinn was really regretting not having told Rick about Travis. If she had, he would know who attacked her. Mara Paxton knew about Travis, but by the time everyone put all the pieces together, Quinn would be dead and gone.
    She had come to terms with the fact that no one was coming for her. In between restless fits of sleep and her sore body being chained to the bed, Quinn tortured herself with that thought all night. Rehashing it wouldn’t make it any less real. She was alone and she was going to die.
    Maybe if she had killed Travis the night she left this wouldn’t be happening. She could have done it. She should have done it. But in the end, as much as she hated him,