Page 92 of Dead Drift

Abdul’s gaze darted about the room as he inhaled, shook out his hands, and then said, “On the anniversary of Ebeid’s son’s death.”

As they suspected. “Matthew?”

Abdul nodded.

“Two days from now?”

Abdul nodded again.

“So all of this is an act of revenge?”

“Yes,” Abdul said.

“If you’ll excuse me again, I’ll be back.”

Tanner nodded as Declan exited the room.

Once the door was solidly shut behind him, he bolted down the hall. They needed to intercept that truck before it reached Atlanta.

Or should they find it, follow it, and wait to see who rendezvoused with it? If Bedan had a “friend” at the CDC, they needed to know who it was. Plans shifted in his mind as he rushed for his boss’s office.

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Luke hurried across the tarmac on the far side of BWI to the jet that Declan had waiting. Once inside, he called Kate.

“How’s it going? Did you get anything out of Bedan?” she asked. He’d called her on the way into the FBI office to update her.

“Yes. Ebeid’s destination.”

“Destination? You mean there’s only one deployment spot?”

“No.” Luke covered his ear to better hear her as the plane engine roared to life.

“What is that?” she asked.

“You still working on the hacker case at the warehouse?”

“Yes. What’s the noise on your end?”

The plane began taxiing down the runway. “I don’t have much time to talk. I’m on a plane, headed to intercept Ebeid.”

“What?”

“He’s on the run. I have to find him before he disappears for good.”

“What about the attack?”

“Declan’s on it.”

“You’re leaving again?”

Again. That hurt. “Yes, but just until I catch Ebeid.”

“The last time you left to catch him, you were gone for more than seven years.”

“That’s not going to happen again. Trust me.”

The plane started its ascent.