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After all, I had a very good reason to avoid relationships, which was something I’d temporarily forgotten about when I’d followed that impulse to ask Savannah out.
Wyatt, however, really didn’t. Or if he did, I certainly didn’t know about it. He was just adamant about maintaining his status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Not that I thought hewantedthat title. Mostly, he just wanted to be left alone.
“There’s nothing major here that I don’t already know,” I said as I put the papers back in order.
“I never knew that she was dating Bradley Warner,” Wyatt mused. “The bastard made her public life miserable, and her face even more recognizable, unfortunately. Maybe that’s why she’s just not ready to try going out with another high profile guy. Can’t say that I blame her.”
“I knew she was dating an A-lister. I just didn’t know who it was until I read the paperwork,” I informed him, hoping he’d go in another direction. The last thing I wanted to think about was Savannah’s sex life.
Warner was a total prick, an action movie star who probably looked good on screen, but had shit for brains and zero motivation to help anyone but himself in real life.
“It wouldn’t make sense for the kidnappers to kill her,” Wyatt said thoughtfully as he shuffled through the papers. “They’re supposedly trying to form their own criminal gang. They need funds.”
“What happens if the heat gets to be too much for them and they can’t sell her?” I asked. “She’s high profile, and her captors are idiots. Who’s to say that they won’t want to kill her if they can’t find a private buyer?”
My gut reacted negatively to the thought of finding Savannah dead, but I fought against even considering that option.
While it was also a possibility that she’d be sold off and moved before we could reach her, I tried not to think about that, either.
No matter where they took her, I’d fucking find her.
“Doubtful,” Wyatt answered. “I doubt they’re feeling much heat in the Colombian portion of the Darien jungle. Not to mention the fact that she’s their only prize at the moment. Drugs are plentiful there, but they need connections to sell them. Hell, if they had any of those connections already, she’d be gone to who-knows-where by now. In some ways, I guess we’re lucky she was kidnapped by morons.”
I nodded. Wyatt was right. If an experienced gang had taken Savannah, they would have trafficked her fairly easily with their connections, even though she had a recognizable face. “On the other hand, I doubt the ones with experience would have taken her captive in the first place,” I grumbled.
Smart and established criminal gangs wouldn’t have risked it. They controlled large territories and they had plenty of possible victims since a barrage of migrants crossed through the Darien Gap every year.
“True,” Wyatt agreed. “Regardless, we’re getting her back.”
I turned my head to see a determined look on my older brother’s face. “You feel up to this?” I asked him. “It’s been a while.”
He shot me an irritated glance. “Are you trying to say I’m too old for this? I spent years leading a team of elite Delta Force members on highly classified operations a hell of a lot more difficult than this one.”
Okay, was Wyatt getting a little defensive about the fact that he was going to be forty on his next birthday or what?
Shit!He didn’t need to get touchy about that. I was only a few years behind him.
It wasn’t like I doubted his experience or his skills. My brother had balls of steel, and he was also fitter than most guys half his age.
“Hell, no,” I told him. “That’s not what I’m saying, but it has been a few years since we’ve personally done a rescue.”
Like the Montgomery brothers, Wyatt and I tried to keep a low profile with our involvement in Last Hope since our faces were recognizable.
Secrecy was an important advantage for us, and we knew it.
“I’m always ready,” he snapped. “What about you?”
I grinned at him as I quoted the motto of the 160thSOAR. “Night Stalkers never quit.”
In a more serious tone, I added, “You know I trust you more than anyone to watch my six.”
Wyatt nodded sharply. “Same. I couldn’t sit back and watch you take this on without me being there. I know the importance of keeping a low profile, but I also get why you volunteered. This one is personal.”
“I couldn’t sit in Last Hope headquarters running this mission while someone else was out there looking for Savannah,” I confessed.
“You’re not,” Wyatt reassured me. “We’ll find her, Chase, and we’ll bring her home.”
A lump began to form in my throat as I answered tightly, “We have to.”
