Page 163 of Protecting You
But Callan thought it through.
Ghazi needed her alive.
And he wasn’t going to kill Peri, his only leverage to get Alyssa to do his bidding.
So…
“What’s the plan?” He directed the words at the phone.
He’d been shocked when he’d learned what these two brothers had cooked up. Without telling him, or her father.
Gavin had been apoplectic. For a few moments there, right after they’d confirmed that Alyssa had really and truly left, Callan had worried her father might have a heart attack. As if they had time for that.
Now, Gavin looked about like Callan figured he’d looked a few minutes before. White as the frosting on the anniversary cake.
“I gave her a decoy tracker,” Grant said.
“Explain.”
“One of those cheap tags you can get at the drugstore, the kind you stick on your car keys or your dog’s collar.”
“He’ll find it.”
“Thus, the termdecoy.” Michael’s words were heavy with sarcasm.
If he were here in person, Callan would punch him in the face.
Grant had barely looked up from his phone during the conversation. “She stopped. Both signals are still strong.”
Hands clenched so tightly that they ached, Callan crossed to look over the guy’s shoulder.
Grant tapped his screen, which showed a blinking orange dot on some skinny road a few miles away. “That’s one.” He switched to another app. This one showed a steady blue dot in roughly the same spot. “That’s the other.”
“Ghazi could find them both.” Gavin was looking over Grant’s other shoulder.
The soldier was tolerating them in silence, though Callan figured it was taking effort.
“We can’t just sit here,” Gavin said. “We need to go.”
For the first time, Callan agreed with the old spy.
It was all he could do not to steal a car and go on his own. Trusting these guys—and flimsy technology—to save Peri and Alyssa…
It was killing him.
He wanted to go after them on his own. It might even work.
But it might not. It could just as easily destroy everything.
He needed to work as a team with these men he barely knew. He needed to relinquish control.
He opened his hands, stretched them out. Letting it go.
Whatever it takes to save them, Lord. I’ll do whatever You ask.
“You three can sit here and stare at that stupid phone screen all you want,” Gavin said. “I’m going.”
Callan gripped his arm, tight. He knew exactly how Alyssa’s father felt. But Michael and Grant had done something ingenious. “They’re a step ahead of us,” Callan said. “We need to be smart about this. We need to work together.”
