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A few minutes later, he did the same thing, followed by a slew of obscenities.
“Everything okay, boss?”
“No, it isn’t.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
Razor pulled out the chair next to him, spun it around, and sat on it backwards. “Did something happen with you and Saylor?”
This was absolutely not a conversation he intended to have with anyone but her, especially not with her brother.
“That isn’t any of your business.”
“The hell it isn’t. I haven’t seen my sister like this since…before.”
Monk nodded. He knew what Razor meant, so he threw him a bone. “No, nothing happened with us, but I sensed something is wrong.”
“Maybe she knew about the parole hearing before I told her, but she didn’t act like she did. She isn’t the kind of person who acts anyway. She just is who she is.”
“Parole hearing?”
“Her ex. It’s scheduled for next month. I’m working on getting a delay, but there’s only so much I can do.”
“Can I help?”
“How?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
Razor studied him for a minute. “Is it legal?”
“Like I said…”
A few minutes passed without Razor saying anything. Finally, he stood and pushed the chair up to the desk. “Do it,” he said as he walked out of the office.
It only took Monk a few minutes to hack into the Oregon judicial system and get the hearing pushed back six months. That was standard; if he’d gone for any longer, it would’ve raised suspicion. As the next hearing date got closer, he could do the same thing then.
He turned back to the monitor he’d been watching before, studying the movements of Abdul Ghafor, a man who should be dead if not imprisoned for the rest of his miserable life. Instead, he’d been able to secure a deal with the CIA, who had given him exile in Columbia, South America.
Granted, Ghafor’s information led to the impeachment of a standing US president, who had been convicted of election fraud on a massive scale, along with several others who had aided in that fraud. The fact that Ghafor had been part of that ring himself meant he had the proof the CIA needed to take the entire operation and each of its players down. And thus, he wrote his own exile ticket.
Ghafor hadn’t been in Columbia long when K19 heard chatter that led them on the hunt to see what he was up to. Sure enough, Abdul had returned to Pakistan and was now stockpiling enough weaponry to stage an attack on a gargantuan level.
But where? That was the reason K19 hadn’t swept in and annihilated him already. First, they needed to know a whole helluva lot more, including who was funding the weapon stockpiling, who his supplier was—which could be one and the same—and finally, what he planned on doing with it all. An attack on US soil was most likely, but why would Ghafor gnaw off the hand that gave him a get-out-jail-free pass?
It was Monk’s job to monitor who came and went, and while he could see the faces of the men who periodically delivered the truckloads of weapons clearly, none of them appeared on K19’s or the US’s radar. He had each of them scanned into facial recognition and placed on every alert system he could, but so far, there hadn’t been any hits.
Later today, Monk would head to the airfield to pick up Striker Ellis, Diesel Jacks, and Ranger Messick. Striker was the lead on this op given he’d previously been the leading authority on South American covert activity with the CIA.
Doc Butler had called a meeting, which would be taking place here in Yachats, of the entire K19 team. While a general meeting like this took place bi-annually, Monk knew Ghafor would be the primary focus of this one.
HE WAS on his way to pick up the K19 team members when he noticed a familiar-looking Jeep in the airfield’s parking lot. There was no question it belonged to Saylor. She hadn’t mentioned anything the night before about going on a trip or about needing to be at the airfield, although something was definitely off with her. Even Razor had noticed it.
When he left with his three passengers in the car, Monk took a second look at the parking lot, and the Jeep was gone.
When he got back to Razor’s place, it didn’t look like she was home either.
“MOVING ON, our next topic of discussion should raise the heat level in the room—Abdul Ghafor,” said Doc after they finished the introductory portion of the partner meeting.
