"Not necessarily," Parker added. "Vortex is looking into who owns the ship and trying to get the names of the pirates. Maybe then they can figure out who hired them and what their intention was."
"You don't think it's a coincidence they found us?" I looked at every man in the room and I could tell from the look on theirfaces that was what Parker was saying, but it was Graham who answered.
"No, I think I was targeted," he replied honestly.
"But why?"
Every person in the room answered at once and every excuse was different, from Graham's time in the military to his ex-wife. Every possible scenario was thrown out that I had to put my hands in the air to stop them. "Okay, I get it. Graham has a lot of people who want him dead, but are you really thinking they crashed a plane to get him? That's a bit far-fetched, isn't it?"
Rhett wasn't his usual goofy self when he responded. "Not necessarily. Terrorists will go to any lengths to get what they want and they don't have morals."
The word “terrorists” made me shiver. I hadn't understood a single thing the men who captured us had said, but they didn't scream terrorists to me.
But what did I know?
That was this team’s thing, not mine.
"There has to be a better explanation." I'm not sure why, but just the thought that someone killed all those people just to get one man made me want to throw up. I knew horrible people existed in the world, but I didn't think it was that bad.
"And maybe we’ll find one," Graham said. "But in the meantime, we need to plan for the worst.”
I nodded my head, even though I didn't like the sound of that. I was stopped from any further discussion when Graham's cell phone rang.
Based on his reaction to the person calling, he wasn't exactly thrilled to be answering, so it was no surprise when he barked out the word “Hello?”
I watched as his face went from a regular tan color to a shade just short of purple in a matter of seconds. I was concerned forhis health until I heard what he said next. Then I was concerned for a whole new reason.
"What about Andrew?" Graham snapped into the phone, and everyone in the room immediately went on alert.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Graham
"What the fuck are you talking about? And this time tell me without the fucking tears, Charmaine."
If I thought before that I hated the bitch, it was nothing compared to how I felt now. If she were standing in front of me, there was a good chance I would strangle her.
"I can't pay the man and now he's threatening to kill me and Andrew." Her sobs grated on my nerves, but I was too hyper focused on one part of her sentence to continue yelling at her about the crying.
"Who can't you pay?" What she was saying didn't make any sense. Her husband, Richard, had millions. It was one of the many things she loved to brag about. All she had to do was bat her fucking fake eyelashes at him and he gave her whatever she wanted.
"I can't tell you." She continued to cry.
"Why not?" I was losing my patience. If she wanted my help, she needed to give me something to work with. Otherwise, shewas putting Andrew's life in danger and I wouldn't tolerate that. "Did they tell you that?"
Charmaine sniffled. "No . . ."
"Charmaine, I don't have time for your games. Tell me what the fuck is going on or I'm coming there and taking my son home with me. I can protect him."
"You would just leave me defenseless?"
Fuck right I would. She had a husband who could pay for a bodyguard for her. They wouldn't be nearly as good as my team, but that was her fault.
"Have Richard hire you a bodyguard."
"The bastard left me."
Well, well, well.
