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Morgan saved us.” She got quiet as I pulled into the private airport. The main building was no bigger than the size of a two bedroom apartment. The parking lot was just as small. I threw the car in park and turned around.
    “I need to talk to your dad, Marie. Tell him goodbye.”
    The sadness drained the color from her face. “Daddy, I have to go. We’re at the airport. Okay. I love you, too.”
    The phone was placed back in my palm and I brought it to my ear. I still had calls to make. Dammit. This was going to be a long night. “Mr. Sinclair, we’re about to board. I’ll call you when I have an estimated time of arrival.”
    “Thank you. I mean that.” He was still crying. “I can never repay you for what you’ve done.”
    “You’ve already paid more than enough. We’ll be home soon.” I hung up the phone and dialed my old partner’s number. He answered, his voice scratchy. Shit, he hated when I woke him up. It had to be around noon, Houston time. No doubt he was working the night shift again.
    “You better have a damn good reason for calling, Morgan.”
    A laugh came from my mouth. “I do. I have three girls I’m about to take from Russia. Slaves, Jack. One’s French. She doesn’t speak English. The other is Marie Sinclair, the girl I was telling you about.” I looked toward Kaitlyn. Soft sounds were still coming from her and they made me feel queasy. Lord only knew what she was dreaming about. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t good. “The other is Kaitlyn Summers.”
    “Why does that name sound familiar?” He paused. “The model on the news!”
    Well, he was awake now. “Yeah, that one. She’s bad off. I need to get her to a hospital, but not until I reach the States. I’m about to pop her some antibiotics and Tylenol to try to hold her over, but I need you to do me a favor. The flight’s only a little over twelve hours. You’re going to have to cover me. I need you there, partner. I’ve bribed the customs guy here, but I’m over my head with a French girl once I get into Texas.”
    “Shit, Morgan ,” he groaned. “You know I always help, but lately you’re really pushing things. I’ll see what I can do.”
    I got out and walked around to the passenger side. “Thanks, Jack. I owe you one.”
    “No you don’t, and you know it.” The line disconnected and I pushed the phone into my pocket. Jack would take care of things. He always did.
    Kaitlyn moaned as I lifted her from the seat. The other two girls were already waiting and didn’t hesitate to follow me into the building. Javier, the co-pilot, looked like shit, but was definitely ready.
    “Christian says we’re good to go. Just waiting on you.”
    “What the hell are you doing out here, then? Let’s go.” I walked faster, glancing behind me to check on how the girls were doing. Aside from weary, they looked okay. Unlike the one in my arms. The fever was making her hot as hell. The walk had taken too much out of her. This was not how I wanted to leave Russia. I feared Marie would be sick, but she looked remarkably well aside from the slight bruising on her cheek. Even the French girl appeared in good health. Kaitlyn, on the other hand, was getting worse by the minute.
    I bounded up the steps to my plane. Since I was a child, I had hated the money I was born into. My parents loved showing it off. Me, I was raised to work for what I wanted. The fortune I had in the bank since I was twenty-five had never been touched until I found my calling. Unless I was helping slaves, it didn’t get used. Even in my everyday life, the decent house, the motorcycle, it all existed from the money I received for saving the girls. And that wasn’t a fortune. I only took what the families could afford. If they couldn’t and I had enough information, I went and got them at my own expense.
    My life was yin and yang. Half charitable, half pure sadistic fucking killer. The contrast was startling, even to myself. But I knew what I wanted, and when