cars, right? We can’t make it off the islands.”
“No leave, Miss Vanessa,” Karine said. “Must help other girls. Must.”
The girl didn’t know a lot of English, but she knew what she wanted.
“It’s okay, Karine.” He glanced back at them in the rearview mirror. “We’re not leaving. We want to help them, too.”
“Can you call your DEA contacts in, Liam?” Vanessa asked. “Or the FBI or whoever handles cases like this? Obviously we don’t know who we can trust with the local police.”
“I’m not actually with the DEA anymore. Haven’t been for the past five years.”
“But I left a message for you with the DEA. How did you get it if you don’t work there?”
He glanced at her again. Confusion was evident on her face.
“I now work for an interagency task force called Omega Sector, in their Critical Response Division. I’m head of the hostage rescue team.”
He watched as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open before turning his gaze back to the road.
“Sounds like you’re pretty qualified to handle what’s going on here, then. You have people you can call in? People with big guns who can shoot the bastards responsible for this?”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Generally we arrest the bad guys unless they shoot at us first, but, yes, I can get a whole team here.”
“Then why haven’t you done that yet? Those girls are somewhere out there, trapped. Hurt and desperate.”
He glanced in the mirror again and saw Karine’s face growing paler. He caught Vanessa’s eye and gestured with his head toward Karine. Vanessa looked down at the girl and immediately slipped an arm around her.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay,” Karine whispered. “They need help.”
“And we will help them. We’ll get Liam’s friends here—people who help others all the time—and we’ll get the other girls out.”
Liam caught Vanessa’s eye in the rearview mirror again. “We’ll talk specifics later.”
She nodded, tugging Karine closer.
“Where are we going right now?” Vanessa asked.
“We’ve got to get off the streets. Once they figure out we’re not in the hotel, they’ll start searching again. I’m going to take you somewhere not related to you at all.”
“Another hotel?”
“No, that will always leave witnesses. A house.”
She shook her head. “A friend’s? Are you positive you can trust the person?”
“No. My grandmother’s house. I still own it.”
That silenced her.
He had a cleaning service come in once a month to clean, keep it in shape and take care of any repairs. He even paid for power and water each month, which wasn’t much because it was so small.
After his grandmother died, he hadn’t been able to sell it. He had said it was because she’d been his last living relative—the only roots he’d ever had—and he didn’t want to part with it if he didn’t have to. But he couldn’t deny the other part of that truth now.
He’d kept the house because it was the first place he and Vanessa had made love.
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