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ideas where she might go?”
    Sam shook his head.
    “Murphy’s law. Wherever I’m sure she’ll go, she won’t be there.”
    “Then what do you suggest?” she yelled, feeling the strain in her throat of hollering over the storm.
    “We do this old school. We double back on foot and pick up her tracks, if we can find them.”
    He stared at her with an intensity Kate had never seen in him.
    “We find her before they do,” he said.
    The menace in his voice sent chills crawling down her spine and arms. Sam Rafferty wasn’t the boy she used to know. As a former Navy SEAL, and now a mercenary for hire with an elite private security agency, Sam had turned into a very dangerous man.

Chapter 4
     
    Gator Lodge
    Evening
    “Ping his phone again. If Sam Rafferty is near here, I want to know about it.”
    Camila ordered Amadeo to use the laptop she’d brought for such purpose. She had paid dearly for the personal details in the dossiers of the Omega Team, including cell phone numbers.
    “Maybe this hurricane will kill his mother. I will pray for it.”
    The mounting storm had Camila on edge. High winds battered the walls and the rain sounded like the gunfire in her worst childhood nightmares, when she dreamed of losing her father again and again to the violence of the drug empire he built—the vast holdings she now controlled.
    Guide me, Papa. I need your strength, your cunning.
    She had her men spend most of the waning hours of the day, searching for Rafferty’s mother, using flood lights after it got dark. When they found her canoe, Camila thought they’d find her body. She screamed in rage when that didn’t happen and she emptied her weapon into the boat. After that she’d been forced to wait out the storm at the closest motel. Being unfamiliar with the terrain, they would need the daylight to search.
    She let her resentment fester until she couldn’t get the face of Geneva Rafferty out of her mind. Camila had inherited her father’s temper and she resented that the old woman had bested her—a lethal combination. She hadn’t expected Rafferty’s mother to turn the tables with a weapon of her own.
    Now Tavio had been shot. He would have more scars on his body.
    “I can feel Rafferty,” she said. “He’s here. I know it.”
    Dressed in only a robe after she’d showered, Camila used tweezers to pluck the last chunk of metal from Tavio’s face and she dropped it into a plastic cup on the nightstand by the bed, buckshot from Geneva Rafferty’s shotgun. Tavio lay on his back and flinched but he didn’t make a sound. Blood filled the empty hole in his skin and drained down his cheek onto the motel’s cheap towel. Tavio had been taught to endure pain. His extreme tolerance for it had drawn them closer together, whenever she needed the…release.
    Every flicker of agony in Tavio’s dark eyes was foreplay for what would come. She needed the distraction of his body—and she would have it. Perhaps she would have both of them tonight.
    “That old woman nearly shot me…and you let her get away.”
    She dug into his skin and twisted the tweezer tip, pulling open one of his chest wounds.
    “You deserve to be punished—and more. Both of you.”
    Amadeo glanced at his brother. Without a word, they communicated in the language of twins. They understood what she meant by punished. She’d seen their silent exchanges before. Camila needed someone to take the blame for how things turned out.
    They were convenient.
    “You were right,” Amadeo said. “His cell appears to be offline now, but it pinged cell towers near here. Not long ago. Rafferty is here.”
    “He’s looking for his precious mother.” She glared at Amadeo. “Set up an alert. If he uses his cell, I want to know where he is. He’s the one I want, but there’s a bonus for you both if we get his mother, too”
    Camila stared down at Tavio, who still lay on the only bed in the room. She took off her robe and let it drop to the floor. Naked, she ran her