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Which is how they knew that both men were sound asleep in their beds and alone for the first time in two weeks.
Silently, one of his team picked the lock of their front door, and Harvard signaled for them to slide inside. Working as a well-oiled machine, they cleared each room before splitting into two teams and heading to the bedrooms.
Less than a minute later, the men kneeled in the middle of their shared living room, hands tied in front of them and duct tape over their mouths. And, from the smell of things, one of them had already lost control of his bladder.
Harvard removed his mask and crouched in front of them. He reached into his tactical vest and pulled out two Polaroid photos, holding them up in front of their faces.
The other man’s bladder gave way.
As he got to his feet, he nodded at his team before pulling out his silenced revolver and shooting each man in the middle of the forehead. Once done, he turned his back on them and signaled for the surveillance equipment to be removed from the apartment. It took mere seconds to get it done. And only a few minutes more to get his team safely from the building.
As they climbed aboard the private plane waiting for them at a small airport outside the city, he sent the video file they’d recorded with their surveillance cameras to the local police.
Rachel wasn’t the last woman the men had raped.
In silence, his five-person team buckled in before the plane took off and headed back to London.
“Are you going to tell her?” Megan Raast asked.
The Scottish woman considered herself one of Rachel’s best friends. Which, as far as Harvard could tell, meant she spent most of her time trying to wind Rachel up.
“At some point,” he said.
Megan’s husband, Dimitri, nodded. He’d dealt with the man who’d abused his sister, and out of all of them, could most understand where Harvard was coming from.
“I vote no,?
?? Callum said. “There’s no telling how Rachel will react.”
Ryan barked out a laugh. “We all know how she’d react. She’ll have Harvard’s balls for not including her.”
“True,” Megan said with a smile.
Closing his eyes, Harvard settled into his seat and thought about the woman waiting for him back at home. In their new apartment. And their new bed—which didn’t have a pool above it.
Epilogue 2
Ten months later, Talbot House guesthouse, Surrey
“You can’t go in there.” Megan Raast folded her arms over her pale blue bridesmaid dress and glared at Harvard. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
If it had been anyone else, he would have just picked them up and moved them. But if he did that to Megan, she’d most likely shoot him.
“I only want a quick word.”
“Tough.”
It had been worth a try. “You know those state-of-the-art night goggles you saw the CIA use in Lebanon? I can get you a pair.”
The Scot thought about it for all of ten seconds before tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder and stepping aside. “Five minutes. That’s all you get.”
“I only need two.”
Her lips curled. “Then I pity Rachel for marrying you.”
With a shake of his head, he entered the guest room in Rachel’s parent’s house, where his soon-to-be wife was getting ready. Or she should have been. Instead, she stood in front of the TV with the business channel on, glaring at the stock indexes.
“This is completely the wrong climate to take TayFor public,” their new CEO said with a frown. “Isn’t it bad luck for you to be in here?”
