Page 52 of Nightstalker

“Fuck that, it’s him. I know it’s him. I can feel it, Black.”

“Shit, Jasmin, if you are putting together an op, you call me. I have plenty of leave. My Commander will approve any request when I tell him it is for Ghost. No marker.”

Hell, yeah, Black was in on the op if I needed him, and I would not owe him a marker for his help. Said a lot about Lincoln that Captain Black would put his career and life on the line for him.

“Copy that! You get some shut eye and I will be in touch in a few hours.”

Zane stared at me, his face pinched, the vein in his neck was visibly throbbing. Oh, hell no, he was not going to lose his shit on me.

“Zane, I say this with the greatest respect and love for you, but I know I am right. Lincoln knew that shit was FUBAR before the explosion. He asked about Micro Doppler images, he had a feeling there were tunnels under that compound.” I knew my next words would piss Zane off even more. “I am going to find Lincoln whether you approve or not. I do not give the first fuck what anyone thinks. I know you all think I am fucking crazy not accepting that Lincoln is dead, but Zane, I know. I know that something is not right. I feel it deep down in my soul. I know he is your brother. I know I am asking a lot of you. I need your help on this but just know either way I am doing it. I am going to bring my husband home.”

“MOTHER FUCKING SHIT” Zane roared. I swear I felt the whole room shake. Leo rushed in the room along with three secret service agents. Guns drawn.

Shit and Damn. Just what we needed. Bloodshed in the Treaty room. The agents scanned the room for any threats and Leo just stared at me. All my guys were doing that lately. Just watching me. I loved them for caring but I was starting to feel like some lab rat in a cage.

“Stand down.” My uncle demanded. He stood tall behind the wall of agents. My niece is not a threat to me, neither is her team.

“Sir.”

“Now.”

Oh shit, my uncle looked pissed.

“Get the team together, I’ll clear the situation room.” I stood with my mouth agape, surprised by my uncle’s demand. “Close your mouth Jasmin, I knew it was only a matter of time before you snapped out of it and figured out a way to rescue your husband.”

Zane let out a slew of curse words and followed The President. I shot off a text to the team and told them where to meet us. I sent the file that Garrett sent me to the printer and waited for what seemed like fifty years for all the pages to print.

With my report in hand I ran down the hall and down the back stairs. I slowed to a fast walk once I made the main level of the White House. Luckily I had remembered to grab my badge, so I easily maneuvered past security.

I pushed my way into the situation room. All conversation stopped and every man looked at me. Whelp, I already looked like a raving lunatic, so I might as well just let it all hang out.

“I called in a marker and asked Black to go back to Sonreir’s compound to see if Lincoln’s hunch was right, that there were tunnels under the house. Turns out Linc was right. The tunnel collapsed four hundred and ten yards south of the house. Black should be emailing a map and coordinates any minute. I also asked Garrett to look into the Clark brothers. Something does not make sense there.

If Timothy Clark was the one that left classified information about Lincoln and Zane being brothers in my work up, Sonreír was playing a long game. That was over six years ago. I have that report here.” I lifted my hand, shaking the papers. “I also asked for all known addresses for Sonreír and all his aliases.”

I stopped, waiting for my team to chastise me and tell me I had to just let Linc go. It never came.

“Give me the Sonreír aliases and locations,” Leo said holding out his hand.

I dropped the stack of papers and sorted through them giving him what he asked for.

“Pass me the Louis Clark file. Let’s see what this Deepweb asswipe was up to,” Eric said.

“I’ll take Timothy Clark,” Colin said grabbing his pile of papers.

“Holy shit did, Garrett seriously get the Director’s personal files? I’ll take those.” Jax lit up when he saw the Director’s name.

A tear slid down my cheek, just one single tear. This was the last tear I was going to shed. I had my family at my back and I was going to find my husband.

Chapter Twenty One

Lincoln

Every single part of me was in excruciating pain. I think even my hair hurt.

“Tell me.”

Thwack, thwack. Two more blows to my ribs. I would be surprised if every one of my ribs was not already broken. These assholes had been using me as a punching bag for hours, days really.