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“Tabon?” he heard Ava call out from the stairwell.
“Monk, is there anything else we can do right now?”
He shook his head.
“Go eat, then.”
Monk didn’t acknowledge that Razor had said anything to him.
“He means you,” said Striker.
Monk turned and looked into Striker’s eyes. “I need quiet to do this.”
Striker nodded and motioned for everyone to head out. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told Monk.
“I’ll let you know if I need you.”
NAUSEA OVERWHELMED him once everyone left the room. Why in the hell had Onyx filed that flight plan after Monk specifically told him to stand down until he received further word?
No one else on the team had given him authorization. If they had, Monk would ream their ass for it. He closed his eyes, trying to piece together a possible explanation. He saw one face: Corazón. She had something to do with this; he could feel it in his bones.
22
It broke every cardinal rule, but Saylor went looking for her brother regardless. Something was going on, and whatever it was, felt as serious as when he’d been shot. He could refuse to tell her, but she had to ask anyway.
She found him in the kitchen carving more turkey.
“Can you take a minute?” she asked.
Razor set the carving knife and fork down and ushered her out into the garage.
“Not a word to anyone,” he warned.
“Understood.”
“We’ve been dealing with something in South America. There was a K19 team on standby to fly in when we believed it was necessary. We don’t understand why yet, but that plane took off without authorization from any of us. Monk is the handler on this op, so it’s hitting him pretty hard.”
“Why? Because they took off without his orders?”
Razor shook his head. “The plane has disappeared. We believe it went down.”
Saylor covered her mouth with her hand. “I told him he needed sleep…”
Razor pulled her into his arms. “This isn’t any more your fault than it is his. And you were right, he hadn’t slept in two days, which meant he was a liability to the op. He knew that, which is why he took the break to begin with.”
“How is he?”
“Wrecked. We all are.”
“What’s next?”
“We’re making arrangements to leave now.”
Saylor nodded. “Thank you for telling me, Raze.”
“He’s down there alone. Go talk to him, Saylor.”
“Are you sure I should?”
