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“He could be gathering materials. Whatever he’s going to send you to torture you with what he did to her.”
Kenna sucked in a breath through her nose, held it, and swallowed. “Can’t do much in a packed SUV on the road.”
“So that’s what the boat is for.”
The vehicle up ahead turned off the highway. “This is the worst kind of déjà vu. Being back here. We’ve seriously spent all night going back and forth to the coast, and now we’re here again.”
He’d offered to drive a couple of times, but adrenaline kept her alert. Eventually it would burn out. But for right now she was running on anger and prayers.
He typed on his computer. Making notes that would become reports later. When she’d asked why he was continually typing on the road when they had no internet connection, he’d told her that he was typing up everything he could remember and all that’d happened that evening while it was fresh.
If he wanted to do something rather than simply sit there doing nothing, she wasn’t going to begrudge him it.
Same reason she was driving.
Except if the worst happened and for some reason the two of them didn’t live past tonight, Jax had left record of who they were and what went down here. Not to mention who was responsible for the crimes committed in this part of Mexico that they were aware of.
She wasn’t going to leave a last-will-and-testament-type statement. With Maizie and Stairns in her life, there would always be someone who knew what she had been doing right before she died.
Lord, protect us. And protect Maizie—mentally and physically.
Kenna sniffed.
She followed the SUV and found a spot not too obvious but from which they could watch Elliot’s vehicle. “We need to get closer.”
Jax shook his head. “Not without weapons.”
They climbed out. She hit the button to lift the trunk lid, and Jax handed her a pistol and suppressor while the rain battered down on them. She got it secured on the end of the barrel. Protective vests. Stairns had been prepared, and she would forever be grateful for the people in her life.
Not something she’d asked for, but which God had provided to her regardless.
Jax jogged ahead of her. Kenna took cover with him, at the corner of a shed while rain poured down the back of her neck.
The SUV doors opened, and several figures in dark clothes headed along the pier.
Which boat was theirs? And would Kenna and Jax get the chance to climb aboard without being spotted before the captors left with Maizie?
Their only other option was to force a fight right now rather than face the choppy waves.
“I count six. Not including Elliot,” Jax said. “No. More like ten.”
Kenna grasped the T-shirt at his side, careful of what wounds she knew he had. But she needed to anchor herself or she was going to dissolve. “There she is.”
Both of them held still.
Her blond hair seemed to catch the moonlight. Maizie looked around. Expecting a rescue?
We’re here.
The teen had her hands bound in front of her, and walked with a slight limp.
“They hurt her,” Kenna said.
“You know she would’ve fought back,” Jax said. “She wouldn’t go down without a fight.”
“I was more afraid she would freeze and be able to do nothing while they…” Her voice caught. “Let’s go.”
Jax didn’t move. He held up a hand stalling her forward momentum. “We can’t get close enough without being seen. And it’s too risky us against so many.”
