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“When we were in his office.”
He shook his head. “Damn, you’re good.”
Warmth hit her. “I know.” She skimmed the transcript of the call on the screen. “Oh, fuck.”
“Hex, talk to us.” Killian moved closer.
She looked up, worry gnawing at her. “Weber made a call to the Red Clan.”
“Who’s the Red Clan?” Killian asked.
“The Albanian crime syndicate that’s buying the drone tech.”
All three of them stiffened.
“They’re setting a time to meet for the sale,” she continued.
“When?” Cain asked.
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“Damn.” Cain turned, putting his hands on his hips. “We can’t let that tech fall into enemy hands.”
“I know.” Killian’s brow creased. “We need to arrest Weber and recover the data chip.” He looked at them. “As soon as possible.”
Cain nodded. “Can you light a fire under Interpol? Get the warrants sorted faster?”
“I’ll call them again, or pay them a visit, if I need to.”
“We need a Plan B if the warrants aren’t ready in time,” Devyn said.
“We sneak in and steal the data chip,” Killian said.
“But we’ll lose Weber.” Cain shook his head. “I can’t allow that.” He glanced at Jet, then looked away. “I’m authorized to ensure Weber is neutralized.”
Jet pulled in a breath. She’d heard whispers that Cain often acted as a CIA assassin when required.
What toll did that take? On a man who already thought he wasn’t good enough for a real life?
Well, she wasn’t letting him think that he had to only be the CIA’s boogeyman. She was going to love the hell out of him, show him differently.
“Let me see if I can get the warrants,” Killian said. “I like the idea of Weber in a cell.”
“Where’s the meet going to take place?” Cain asked.
Jet checked the screen. “At Weber’s estate. At the boathouse.”
Cain nodded. “Keep monitoring his calls. Let’s hope we have Weber in cuffs by this evening.”
* * *
Cain had just gottenoff the phone when Killian walked into the bedroom.
He could hear Jet and Devyn talking in the living area. Jet laughed, and he fought back a smile.
“You’re in trouble,” Killian said.
Cain blinked. “Huh?”
