Sebastian leveled her with a serious stare. “Lachlan held all the cards for the meeting tomorrow. Quattro wanted the meeting but didn’t know what to expect since we set all the terms—island and location.”
“It makes sense for them to smoke Lachlan out and grab him before the meeting. Flip the script and put him at a disadvantage while allowing them to get what they want from him.”
“Which is … what?” Britt asked.
A quizzical glance bounced between the five men.
“We don’t know,” Adonis said.
“Why didn’t we anticipate this move?” Kane asked, slamming a fist against the table.
“Especially after the fluke insurgence against the coffee fields popped up this evening,” Adonis said. “Definitely a diversion to weaken our defenses, and the shit worked. We’ve got to do better.”
“And we will,” Everett said, then looked at Britt. “After we bring Lachlan back home to you.”
Sebastian turned toward the guys. “Everett and Kane, you’ll come with me to the ghost site in St. Basil. But just in case we’re wrong.” He turned toward Adonis and Bobby. “I’m going to need you two in the field.”
Adonis nodded. “Checking the next most likely site. I’ll put in a call to Rocco. I’m sure he can provide an assist so Bobby can stay here?—”
“I’m not sitting on my fucking hands while you get all the action,” Bobby said. “Having Rocco on board helps, but I’m going, too. I can provide remote monitoring if necessary.”
“That works, but check out all three ghost sites. Only once you’ve cleared them all of any signs of Lachlan do you head over to St. Basil to back us up. Understood?” Sebastian asked.
The men nodded in agreement.
“Let’s synchronize our comms and get weapons from the armory,” Kane said. “Time is ticking.”
The men filed out of the war room.
Britt turned toward Remi, her breath hitching in her throat.
Remi rubbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry. They’ll find him.”
Britt nodded, but she wasn’t as confident as Remi. The Stingray guys had every base covered. So why did she still think they were missing something?
Chapter 43
Remi crossed her arms over her chest. “I get that you don’t remember being you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not acting like yourself.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Britt asked, stalking around the room for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Whenever you’re pacing around like this, quiet and lost in your thoughts, it only means one thing.”
“And that would be?” Britt asked, disturbed by the woman’s insights.
“You have a plan. One you think is better than the one being implemented. So, why don’t you do us both a favor and let me in on what it is,” Remi said. “If you think the guys got it wrong, tell me. Better yet, we need to confirm if you’re right and get word to them.”
“I can’t trust myself. Or my thoughts. I don’t know if this nagging feeling inside me is worth following up on or just a confused distraction,” Britt said, pouring out her fears to Remi. The last thing she wanted was to make a mistake that could distract the Stingray team from helping Lachlan.
“So it’s a feeling? Not a memory.”
“What does that matter?”
“It’s critical, Britt. Your memories are a fucked up mess. But your feelings. Your intuition. They’ve been spot on from the moment you got back to St. Felipe. You can’t ignore those. So which is it?”
Britt took a deep breath. “They’re missing a location. I don’t think they’ll find Lachlan at the places Bobby found. Problem is, I don’t know where I think they should go. I can’t remember!” Now, it was her turn to send a chair hurling toward the floor.
“Let’s try this a different way. When did you first get the feeling?” Remi asked as she fixed their third cup of coffee.
