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photographer had captured her just at the moment when she was about to throw her head back and laugh but was still smiling widely instead. Her eyes were lit with mirth and he found himself moving his finger over her image.
    She was perfection and his finger landed on her turned up lips. Miriam. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Giving himself a mental shake, he slid the photograph into his pocket and picked up his now-cold coffee, dumping it into the sink. Then he did exactly what Jack had directed him to do.
    *
    By the time Cam made it to the compound the other Saints were present. Bart clapped his hand on Cam’s shoulder and said, “Did missions like this when I was a SEAL, bro. This one’ll be tough. Swear to God, if I could go and blend in, I’d do it.”
    Cam chuckled as he gazed at Bart’s surfer looks and Blaise’s Nordic appearance and replied, “Sorry, guys. Can’t see you being able to blend in.”
    The men settled around the conference table, having already begun preliminary planning. Luke set up the secure video conference with Marc’s CIA contact.
    “Todd? Good to see you,” Marc greeted the screen. “We’re all here and just need to get the latest you’ve got for us.”
    The contact nodded and immediately asked, “Hear you’ve got a man that can get on the inside? Full blooded Hispanic?”
    The camera switched onto Cam and he saw Todd’s gaze scrutinizing him. After a moment, he nodded and continued with his intel. “Good. The earthquake hit in the mid to southern part of the Gulf of California. Los Mochis, in northern Sinaloa has a huge agriculture economy. Sugarcane, cotton, rice, and the largest exporters of mangoes.” He paused and looked directly into the camera before continuing, “And marijuana as well as poppy.
    “The Red Cross sent their contingencies through the airport at Los Mochis and then transported them by land to the various farms, villages, anywhere they could set up makeshift hospitals. Our intelligence indicates that several nurses were initially taken, but we’ve only had visuals of three. One was identified as Sister Genovia, an older Catholic nurse, Sharon Torson, a nurse from California, and Miriam Delaro.”
    “What can you tell us about the cartel?”
    “The goddamn cartels change with every death or capture. They are constantly at war with themselves and I sometimes wish we’d let them just kill each other off if there weren’t so many innocent casualties. The largest and one of the most powerful cartels, the Beltran-Leyva Cartel, splintered when a few of the Beltran-Leyva brothers were captured. Right now the area is run by the Sinaloa Cartel, often referred to as The Federation.”
    Cam and the others were quickly taking notes on their tablets when Todd stopped them. “Gentlemen, let me just tell you that those of us who have been fighting the drug wars have studied this type of information for years. There’s no way I can give you everything you need. So let’s concentrate on what you’re facing.”
    Jack gave a curt nod and Todd began again. “Their way of life—and it’s been this way since they were born, so it’s all they know—is blood, violence, killing, viciousness, and getting rid of anything or anyone that even remotely might stand in your way. Women are not valued. They are used for sex, drug carrying, and then killed horrifically.”
    Cam rubbed his hand over his face, his stomach beginning to churn at what he might find. Looking around the table, he saw similar expressions on the rest of the men.
    “But the good news is these nurses were taken because they possess skills and are valued. Chances are they’re being housed separately from the masses and well taken care of. The difficulty will be getting to them…and then getting them out.
    “Cam? We’ve got some inside people in place right now. If Marc will fly you down, we can get you to the people who can get you in. You’ll be a laborer in the fields, but with so many