“Good.” Even with the comms hot, he’d muted his. And since he hadn’t heard other chatter, he assumed the rest of the team had as well.
Boone leaned his rifle against the wall and scavenged the kitchen for food.
Liam rolled his head to the side and watched Xander spread their gear across the coffee table. “Find anything?” Give him another hour, and whether his head stopped killing him or not, he’d join the search for answers.
“The vests are clean. I’ve cleared our extra comms. I’ll trade those out with the ones we’re using and check those in a bit. I double checked Raven’s phone. It’s off and clean. We left most of the perimeter sensors at the ranch in Colorado, but there are a few in the kit. I’ll tear those apart next.”
Boone waltzed in like he didn’t have a care in the world and handed Liam a cup. “Here.”
The idea of coffee made his stomach churn. “No thanks.”
“It’s soup, Dude. I wouldn’t give you coffee on top of that concussion. I’m not stupid.”
Liam chuckled. Nope, he wouldn’t say a word.
“Not funny, boss man.”
He took the cup from Boone and sipped the warm liquid. Surprisingly, it didn’t upset his stomach. “Thanks.”
“Sure thing. I think I’ll go grab a couple of hours of rack time, then relieve Dax. Drink that.” Boone set a bottle of water on the end table next to him and sauntered off. The man was as chill as they came, but took care of his friends like a momma bear.
Liam didn’t argue. It took a while, but he finished his soup and downed half of the water.
“Huh.” Xander squinted at one of the sensors.
“What’d you find?”
Xander held up the device. “Someone tampered with them. A GPS locator and a blind spot built in. Once we activated them, the ping went live. No wonder they found us in Colorado and evaded our first line of defense.”
Liam’s chest clenched. Sabotage? How? His mind flipped through possibilities, but none made sense. He employed a solid team. He’d vetted each one to the moon and back. Had gone on a harrowing mission with them. No. The problem didn’t lie within his organization. But where?
He tapped his comm instead of raising his voice. “Rafe, double-check where we purchased our latest gear?”
“I see where you’re going. Hold on.” The clack of keys echoed from the dining room, filling the otherwise silent cabin. “Chris Danville. He supplied the tech, not the weapons or body armor.”
Liam closed his eyes. “I can’t believe it’s him. He’s a decorated Marine. Loves his country.”
“I’m not sure itishim.” Xander’s comment made Liam open his eyes.
“Continue.”
Raven strode over, lowered onto the couch next to him, and clasped his hand. Her support meant everything to him.
His gaze drifted to her, wondering if he’d read too much into the gesture. But her sweet smile told him no. She really was interested.
“If you two love birds are done.” Xander arched a brow.
“Shut it.” He scowled at the man, but it only made Xander’s smile widen.
“How am I supposed to shut it and tell you what I found?”
He was surrounded by idiots. “Just tell us. We’re talking about Raven’s life.”
The man sobered. “Sorry. Old habits. I dissected one of the sensors. It’s not ours. Ours must have been replaced at some point.”
“Before or after we found Raven?”
Xander pointed a piece of the sensor at him. “That I can’t tell you. Our gear is rarely out of our possession.”
