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“He’s going into surgery.”
Tonya began to cry. “Did I do something to hurt him?”
“No, honey,” I went to her and put my arms around her. “The doctor said it happens all the time, but he has something called intestinal malrotation, and they need to do surgery to repair it.”
Lexi was on her phone typing something and then began to read from the website she had just searched it on.
“We can go up and wait in the waiting room on the fifth floor,” I said, and the three of us started down the hall to find it.
“When is Trevor going to be reachable?” I asked as we climbed into the elevator.
“I don’t know. They have been off the grid for three days. Probably a few more,” Lexi said softly.
I stared at the door as it closed, praying that Devon was going to make it, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to deliver that bad news to his father.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trevor
This fucking sucked. There was no other way to describe the shit we had been through. When we arrived, our transportation was nowhere to be found. The military unit that we were supposed to meet up with for some intelligence assistance had no idea why we were there, and Greg came down with a stomach bug on top of it.
Once we had gotten all of that worked out, we were two days in, and we’d accomplished next to nothing. Finally, a plan was put in place and we had enough intelligence to move forward. We met up with a few more Protag operatives who were thankful that we were there to help. They had been asking, although one guy said begging, for the help, but the home office had been leery about getting others involved.
My thought that they had already written the guys off put a really bad taste in my mouth, and I had no problem vocalizing my thoughts. Those first few days there was a lot of downtime, and I spent most of it shooting the shit with the guys and dwelling on what was going on back home.
Tonya had taken it better than expected when I dropped the bomb about going away and having to leave her in a brand-new house where practically everything was still in boxes. Hell, even my room wasn’t organized yet. I’d pulled out my gear for the trip, the sheets for the bed, and that’s about it.
The two things I dwelled over most were Devon and how the hell I was going to get Davina back. I could only hope that between Tonya and Lexi, Devon was doing well. He was a baby; how much trouble could the little guy get into?
As for Davina, I missed her something fierce. That’s why seven days later, as we finally prepared to go after the group of missing persons, I turned to Alex. “I get it now.”
“What?”
“Why you wanted to stop traveling.”
“Oh, don’t you even fucking start, Thumper,” Jake growled. “You are not quitting. I’ll fire your ass first.”
“Shove it, Screamer,” I barked back. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
Alex chuckled as he adjusted his helmet. “Yeah, having a kid and woman at home makes it hard to leave them, especially at our age.”
“We’ve lived through so much.”
“Yes, back then we didn’t have much to live for,” he replied. “I mean, I had Nica, but I knew that she had a mother and a father who would look after her if I didn’t come home. Lex has me, and our baby, and now you have Devon and Davina.”
“Well, I have Devon,” I said.
He thumped me on the shoulder. “You’ll get Davina back. I feel it in my bones.”
Harvey started rapping out next to me. “I feel it in my bones, deep down it feels just right. We’re gonna grind it out, gonna rock the world tonight.”
Everyone started laughing, and then we joked around a bit more as Harvey tossed out a few more rap lyrics that he was pulling from his ass. It helped calm the nerves in the van before we reached our location.
There were some butt pucker moments, a few what-the-fucks, and quite a bit of gunfire before we finally found what we were looking for—three employees of Protag and six civilians. Four of them were injured, none life-threatening, and after getting them out of there, it took three more days to get to safety.
The minute we had them back to safety, Alex was on his phone. I’d call Tonya a bit later once I’d gotten a chance to shower and change clothes. Now, if I had Davina waiting at home, I’d be on the phone to her in a heartbeat.
Alex glanced at me as I walked by, his eyes alarmed, and he held his hand up. Something in my gut twisted, and I pulled my phone out and turned it on. As soon as it booted up, several messages began to pop down to my phone.
