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He gets right to the point.
“Your last mission, the data extraction and rescue. Was there any way to trace that back to the team?”
His curt tone demands an immediate answer.
“No. We were in and out without any alarms. The only problem we had was with the princess. Had to convince her for longer than anticipated that we were the good guys.”
“And the commander who assigned that mission, did you know him well?”
“No, he was newly posted to Special Forces. Came highly decorated and gave us detailed intel.” I pause, confused by this line of questioning. “Why?”
“Just got offered a job by the same commander. My gut is telling me something is off.”
“Then don’t do it. I’ve never known your gut to be wrong.”
Cohen makes a soft sound, his only acknowledgment that he’s heard me.
“Look, I’m glad you called. Wanted to give you a heads-up that I’ve had a guest turn up on my property.”
“Wanted or unwanted guest?” he asks.
Good question. What was Katrina? She had been spooked by something—or someone—and had been visibly upset when she realized I was the one who saved her from the storm. She’d even warned me. Yet, she’d still been sent to spy on me and possibly retrieve an item.
“It’s complicated. But what it could mean is danger for you and Connor. There may be a hit out on me and the mountain may be compromised.”
“I’ll dig in to it too. Just be watchful and keep us updated if you need backup.”
“Will do.”
“Have you reached out to Connor?”
“Line’s down.”
A grunt of frustration sounds on the other end of the line. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Running a hand down my face, I heave a frustrated exhale. A ping goes off and my eyes flick back to my screen. “Look, man, I’ve got to go. My search picked up a few things. Text you later if shit’s about to hit the fan.”
“Fine.” With that last word, he hangs up. I was lucky to even get a send-off like that.
Turning back to my main screen, I interlock my fingers and extend my arms in front of me, cracking my knuckles. It was time to get some answers.
Once I had those, I’d be able to solve the problem of Katrina.
CHAPTER 7
KATRINA
Standing in the middle of what has to be the living room, I listen for any sound.
Thunder cracks overhead. Rain patters heavily on the roof, echoing through the space. But other than that, there’s nothing.
The house is empty. I’m officially creeped out.
Swallowing down my trepidation, I call out.
Still nothing.
The rational side of me knows I’m not alone. I didn’t fall out of a tree and then walk myself into this house. Someone helped me. Placed clothes for me to change into on the side of the bed.
