windows, the room Stefanie was in, if the men were right-handed or left-handed—anything and everything Felicia could think of. In between texting, he kept up a stream of meaningless verbal crap to make sure the people on the other end of Felicia’s wire knew they were still there and everything was going according to plan.
When the thirty minutes were up, Felicia turned off the box and told him to go back to the car, reminding him to not do anything stupid or she’d shoot him. When they got in his SUV, she handed the gun to him. He dropped the clip and checked the chamber to make sure it was loaded. It was. The bad guys must have believed she’d do anything necessary to save her sister. It’d be nice shoving this same gun up their asses.
They’d left base and were crossing back over the bridge into San Diego when Felicia’s phone rang. She took a deep breath and then answered it.
“Yes, I have the box with me,” she told the person on the other end of the line. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Is my sister okay?”
Whatever the guy on the phone said, it mustn’t have satisfied Felicia because he saw her mouth tighten.
“I want to talk to her,” she demanded.
Logan expected the other person to argue, but instead, Felicia sagged with relief.
“Are you okay, Stef? Have they hurt you?”
The bad guys didn’t give her sister very long to talk because a moment later, Felicia stiffened.
“Yes,” she said. “I know what I have to do.”
She hung up and typed something into her phone when they got the next red light, then showed it to him.
He wants me to take your cellphone then get rid of you.
Logan nodded and texted back. Tell me to stop once we get off I-15 at Scripps Parkway.
Fifteen minutes later, Felicia ordered him to stop the SUV and get out. He made a pretense of resisting, just as she made a pretense of saying she’d shoot him. While he got out to slip into the back so he could lie down on the floorboard, Felicia climbed over the console to take the wheel. A minute later, they headed east on the Scripps-Poway Parkway toward the warehouse.
He thumbed out a quick text then held his phone up so she could see it. When you’re about a block or two away, slow down so I can hop out.
Felicia threw him a look over her shoulder but then nodded.
He was checking on the status of his SEAL Teammates when Felicia coughed softly and slowed down. Logan shoved his phone in his pocket then opened the door and rolled out. He landed in the grass along the side of the road, bouncing a couple of times before coming to a stop in the ditch. All in all, not a bad landing. He’d hit harder coming in on a parachute with a heavy combat load.
He looked around, careful to stay low to the ground. This part of the Poway industrial district was relatively quiet on the weekend, which was good. Seeing him roll out of a moving vehicle might encourage people to call the cops.
Taking the gun from his waistband, he watched as Felicia slowed the SUV even more then turned down a side street two blocks up the road. He figured out which warehouse she was heading for then sprinted for the one adjacent to it. He wanted to get to some cover fast, find his guys, then move on the warehouse. If his instincts were right, the men holding Felicia’s sister would kill both of them the moment they confirmed she had what they wanted.
He made it to the far side of the building adjacent to the warehouse where Felicia stopped then waited.
She got out of the vehicle slowly, taking her time to reach in and get the black box. Good. She was giving him time to get into position.
As Logan darted across the space between the two warehouses, he thought he might have to do this raid on his own since he’d yet to find his guys, or even hear from them. But, when he edged around the side of the warehouse, he found Nash and Dalton coming toward him with Glocks in hand.
“Shit, it took you long enough to get here,” Nash said. “We thought we’d