leaned against a rickety gate several feet down from the bridge on the other side and appeared to be reading a memorial plaque, ready to lend back up if needed.
All the pieces were in place.
Natalie stepped foot on the bridge then walked to the center, leaning over to peer into the murky waters below. She faced Scotty and through his lenses he saw her gaunt cheeks, the dark shadows beneath her eyes, so different from the last time he’d seen her with Nick—smiling, laughing, in love.
Except now, with her involvement with Becks, it could have all been a lie.
A lie that cost Nick his life.
“Let’s roll,” he growled into the Bluetooth.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Gage rushed forward and grabbed Natalie, all but engulfing her with his much larger frame. She struggled, no match for his strength and bulk. As soon as Gage crossed the bridge, their quarry in his arms, Kyle joined him and together they headed toward one of the abandoned row houses near the far end of the park.
Meanwhile, Spence came down from the roof and he and Scotty turned their attention to Becks who seemed to be injured, from the way he was favoring his right leg. Fucking wusses. Scotty watched him through his binoculars as he charged back out of the gate to the park and took off in a waiting vehicle. He’d always known Michael Becks was a coward, but this took it to a whole new level. They still needed to search the place where Hayley had been held too, see if they could find out any more information about those files everyone wanted, but first things first. Right now they had a widow to question. He shook his head and turned around, only to find Hayley standing behind him, hands on her hips, her expression peeved. “I want to talk to her.”
“Well, I want free booze for life and a sixteen-inch cock. Doesn’t mean I’m going to get it.” He crossed his arms. “Kyle’s in charge. Whatever he says, goes.”
“Wrong.” She tromped along through the mud beside him as they headed across the river. “I’m still FBI, remember? I outrank a bunch of SEALs with questionable motives.”
“The only thing questionable here is your attitude.”
She flipped him off and crossed the bridge ahead of him.
“Don’t do it, Red. I’m warning you.” He stalked behind her, not sure exactly what he was threatening but pissed as hell just the same. Bad enough Nick’s wife had turned on them, now Hayley was going all renegade. Shit. This was why he never got involved. Better to love them and leave them happy and satisfied than to deal with all this crap. “The guys are handling it. Don’t interrupt.”
Hayley barged into the vacant row house anyway and Scotty followed, halting just inside the door to let his eyes adjust to the dim light inside. In one corner of the long, narrow space sat a couple of broken crates fashioned into a makeshift chair, Natalie secured to it with zip ties, while Kyle, Gage, and Spence stood around her, arms crossed and scowling. Hayley pushed in beside them and stared at the widow as Scotty joined the group. All manner of boxes and pallets and God knew what else lined both side of the place, stacked floor to twelve-foot-ceiling high.
“What the fuck is going on here, Natalie?” Kyle stepped forward, holding up a hand to forestall any other questions from the rest of the guys. “Why are you meeting with Becks?”
Natalie shook her head and stared at the floor. “You don’t understand.”
“Try us.” Scotty’s words earned him a harsh stare from his team leader.
Kyle crouched in front of her. “Who are you, really?”
Eyes bright with tears, Natalie met his gaze direct. “I’m your sister-in-law. Let me go.”
“Not until you tell us the truth.” Kyle inched closer. “Who do you work for?”
“I—I can’t.” She looked away. “They’ll kill me.”
“Yes, you can. Tell me, Natalie. Who’ll kill you?”
“A private party. That’s all I can say.”
“A private party?” Kyle