Chapter 99: Felecia

Wednesday. Unknown.

FELECIA KNEW THE DRILL. So long as she sat quietly where they'd put her with the bag over her head and restraints binding wrists and ankles nothing more would happen to her. She'd gotten smacked across the face once. That had been enough to wake her up to the reality.

Somehow her father's men had fooled Evan's people into believing they were the FBI.

This must be what they'd meant when they said there was a mole working on their Task Force somewhere. It was the only way this made sense. Why else would Evan's team stand back and watch her be taken away?

Which meant they'd expected her to go with the FBI willingly or not.

The team wasn't her concern right now. She'd have to figure out who to be angry at later.

Her father and these rogue SEALs were doing something. What she didn't know, but it was the only thing that made sense.

The van came to an abrupt stop.