Wednesday. Old meat packing plant. Austin, Texas.
EVAN WAS BEYOND GRATEFUL that the FBI men and women who'd been able to answer the call today were highly trained and ready for anything. He still didn't think they were prepared for what they were about to do, but neither had any of them balked when Logan laid out the plan.
Now all they had to do was execute it.
He prayed Felecia was locked up in some safe, out of the way corner. It would kill him if they went to all this and something happened to her. Of course, she wasn't necessarily the target. The intel they believed had been removed from Karen's residence was.
If they got that then maybe Felecia would get her life.
"Team One is a go," Logan said, his breathing labored.
Evan knew from their walk-through that Logan and his team were making that first harrowing approach to the door. Evan ticked off the seconds and rocked forward on the balls of his feet.