“They are no longer viable. They have disappeared and are nowhere to be found,” said Myer. “Besides, it’s done, and she and I are no longer involved.”
“You are a fool,” growled the older man turning quickly, staring directly into his face. “You are a complete fool. Men such as this do not just disappear. They regroup, reform, and attack. They cannot be killed. They cannot be torn apart. I have word that they have formed a new security agency. Bigger, better, more prolific. And you have walked right into it.”
“No,” said Myer, shaking his head. “No, that’s not possible.” The Russian was quiet for a moment, then continued walking.
“Tell me the name of this oil company you talked to.”
“Robicheaux Oil and Gas,” said Myer. “They’re widely respected and admired and have more experience in offshore drilling than any other company in the world.”
“And they are owned by a Robicheaux.”
“So?” frowned Myer, not following the direction of the conversation.
“So, the REAPER-Patriots team was made up of many men. Nine of them blood brothers with another dozen or more sons, grandsons, nephews.”
“Again, what the fuck do I care?” said a frustrated Myer.
“Because, you fool,” he said, gripping his coat lapels. “Those brothers were Army Rangers. The Robicheaux Rangers. Even a Russian knows this. You have been duped, and you nearly dragged me into it.”
“No.” Myer shook his head. “No, this can’t be. I would have known.”
“I will no longer support you in this quest,” said the Russian. “My colleagues and our Chinese friends are at the conference, telling them now that we will move on from our desire to drill in the South Pacific. We have no interest in going up against an army of men who are far superior to anything you have ever seen.”
The Russian flipped the collar of his coat up, blocking the biting wind coming from San Francisco harbor. As he walked away, he left Myer in the dark, contemplating his next move.
“Mr. Myer? Next time you choose to sleep with a woman, I might encourage you to check her pedigree and ask the right questions. This will be the last time we speak to one another.”
“No, we have a meeting next week. You need to honor that!” Myer started to walk toward the man, but he only shook his head, chuckling at him.
“You will not be alive next week.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Sadie was sitting in the morning meeting, listening to the men strategize about how to get to Myer. Bodwick had notified them that he’d received a tip from an old ‘frenemy.’ Apparently, he’d met with Myer, who was still intent on attempting to make his plans go through. However, his warning was that he now knew Robicheaux Oil and Gas was related to RP.
When she had thoughts or ideas, she shared those with the team, and they seemed more than willing to hear her out.
“Excuse me,” said Pigsty. “We just received word that Myer attempted to board a plane to Argentina out of Los Angeles. He had used a fake passport, but the photo was caught on second review.”
“Did they capture him?” asked Sadie hopefully.
“No,” said Pigsty, shaking his head. “He was able to get away. The crowds at LAX are overwhelming for the holidays. At least he knows now that he can’t leave the country.”
“Yes, but he’ll come after all of us,” said Sadie.
“Maybe,” said Eric, “but he won’t get to us. You know that. How are the children we rescued?” Eric continued without a second thought to Myer, but Sadie wasn’t having it.
“Use me. Use me to draw him out.”
She stared at Ham, waiting for him to explode or refuse to allow her to leave his side. Ham looked at her brothers, then her father and grandfather, who were seated in the back of the room.
“It might work,” he said calmly.
“You would let me?”
“If I said no, would it change your mind?” he asked.
“Probably not,” she smiled.
