and turned his laptop on.
“What are you working on?” Wolf asked.
“Checking my alerts on Dr. Smith. If we can get a pinpoint on this asshole, maybe we can take him and his goonies down and the women in North Dakota will be safe once more,” Lander replied with a sigh.
“You and I both know that this operation could be worldwide. We haven’t come up with anything yet, and neither have the cops. Smith is sure to have a dozen other aliases by now, and we don’t even know what they are.”
He tried to remind himself that it wasn’t as if they’d accomplished nothing. Months ago, they’d successfully shut down the arm of the operation which had captured Janie and the other women, and one of the organizers was in prison. Katlynn Wyatt had been screening women at a clinic in Bismarck and funneling them into the hands of the kidnappers, at least until she was kidnapped herself. Katlynn was now convalescing in state prison, never to be released.
But even that success was tinged with disappointment, since the Healy brothers had set their sights on Katlynn before her role in the operation was revealed. They’d been like bears with sore heads ever since, and Seton couldn’t blame them. None of the team wanted to be made to feel foolish, which was why they were so frustrated by the way the organ smugglers’ kingpin continued to elude them.
Wolf thought of Dr. Smith walking free and his blood boiled. “Fuck, I hate knowing those assholes are out there preying on innocent, unsuspecting women.”
“Yeah, me, too, bro, and the thought of Janie leaving here and inadvertently putting herself in the line of fire again just pisses me off.” Lander sighed.
“But Seton’s right. We can’t make her stay if she isn’t willing. It has to be her decision.”
“You think I don’t know that? Fuck, I hate this. I can’t stand the thought of her being so torn up.”
“Me either, Lander.” Wolf lowered his head and then got down to work.
He didn’t look up until twenty minutes later. “Shit.” Lander was staring at his screen in shock. “An alert just showed up in Fort Yates on a Dr. Smith.”
“Fort Yates in North Dakota?”
“Looks like the bastard hasn’t gone far. I’ll call Coulter, Trace, and Corbin. You get Seton and inform the rest of the team. We may need to head out first thing in the morning and see if we can find anything out.” Lander pushed back his chair, getting to his feet.
“We’ll meet you in the kitchen of our leaders’ house in ten.” Wolf stood and headed out.
* * * *
Wolf sat tapping his booted foot on the tile floor of Coulter, Trace, and Corbin’s kitchen. He was impatient for the rest of the team to arrive and wanted to head out to Fort Yates right away but knew that wasn’t about to happen. His team leaders sat on the sofa across from him, watching him intently, but he kept his eyes averted, glancing at his watch and back to the door.
“What has you so fired up?” Coulter asked.
“Nothing.” Wolf snapped his reply.
“Don’t give me that shit. I know you. You are one of the most patient and logical people I know. So what gives?”
“Janie is confused,” he replied with a sigh. “She’s not sure about having a relationship with all three of us.”
“Shit. Why not bring her over here to talk to Brooke? Maybe she just needs the perspective of another woman,” Corbin suggested.
“Yeah, that may help, but not with everything.”
“How so?” Coulter inquired.
“She says her parents are old fashioned and doesn’t believe they will accept her being in a relationship with three men,” Wolf explained.
“Fuck, what does it have to do with her parents?” Trace asked.
“Nothing! Everything! Fuck it, she says family is everything, and I’m with her on that, but what she can’t seem to get her head around is having sex with three men.”
“Have all of you had sex with her yet?” Corbin queried.
“No!” Wolf growled.
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