CHAPTER SIX
“Harvesting organs? What the hell is he doing?” asked Pax.
“I’m going to bet I know who is with him,” sneered Moisson watching as Blythe spoke to the coroner on the phone across the room. “The ships’ doctor and one of the medics are missing. We thought they were kidnapped. I’ve had teams searching for them everywhere.”
“That might have been good to know sooner, General,” frowned Moose.
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Fitzwilliam and I used to be friends. Something changed in him and I don’t know what it is. Suddenly it’s all about money, buying homes and cars, boats.”
“Boats? Where is his boat docked?” asked Fitch.
“It was down at Chesapeake Boat Club.” Fitch stood with Sor and they walked out. “Where are they going?”
“Where the fuck do you think?” frowned Logan. “They’re going to see if his boat is there and if not, when did it leave and where did it go. How big is it?”
“Big. Not necessarily a yacht but probably a yacht by my standards. It’s got sleeping quarters below deck.”
“That’s big enough for him to take it to Cuba, Mexico, Jamaica, anywhere in the Caribbean,” said Moose.
“If they’re harvesting and selling organs of young girls, there’s a market for them somewhere. Someone on the dark web has to know something,” said Logan.
“Hear you. Working on it.” The familiar voice of Tanner made them all smiled and the general gave them a strange expression. He shrugged and nodded toward Blythe.
“She was going to shoot you, Anders. Are you sure you can trust her?”
“I feel like I can. She was distraught. You could tell and her hand was shaking so badly she was more likely to hit Moose than me.”
“Gee, thanks,” he frowned. Logan shrugged with a grin as Blythe sat down at the table again.
“It’s taken care of. He said he would be able to get her on an American plane by tomorrow if you call today.
He also said three more of the bodies showed signs of surgery but their remains were so bad he couldn’t tell if they’d had organs removed.
Apparently my sister and the two other girls were in a corner room which, although destroyed, allowed him to see their bodies more clearly. ”
“We’re all damn sorry, Blythe,” said River. “You can count on us to avenge your sister’s death.”
“But it won’t bring her back. Nothing will bring her back.”
They weren’t even at cruising altitude and Blythe was already sound asleep. They’d cleared her apartment of her personal effects, leaving behind the furniture. Logan stared at her beautiful face as she slept in the seat across from him.
“You gonna be able to keep a clear head around her?” asked Conor.
“Yes.” Conor stared at him, waiting. “Yes. I will. She’s just so beautiful and innocent in all this. And to lose her sister like that fucking sucks.”
“Just keep her safe, Logan. Take it from me, once Sydney and I connected, it was all she wrote.”
“You married a CIA operative,” smirked Logan. “This woman has no idea who and what we are. She knows I’m military, but that’s all.”
“Well, if she’s important, explain it to her.
If she’s going to be one of our doctors, she’ll find out anyway.
” Conor stood and headed back to his own seat but Logan couldn’t force himself to move even if he wanted to.
And he definitely didn’t want to. Something about the woman was drawing him near and it was making him nervous.
“Staring isn’t polite,” she whispered softly. Logan chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry. You’re very beautiful.”
“Well, that makes up for the staring. You’re all very handsome as well,” she said sitting up. “You’re all so big it’s scary.”
“I don’t mean to scare you,” he said trying to appear smaller. It wasn’t working but he was giving it his best effort. He felt like a rhino attempting to hide behind small sapling. It just wasn’t working for him.
“It’s not that kind of scared. Men in general tend to scare me.
I’ve heard the stories of what happened to my relatives in Afghanistan.
Especially the women. No women with education.
No women with their faces showing. No opinions, no voice, nothing.
I was terrified to think of going to get my sister but I was willing to do it for her. ”
“That would have been very dangerous for you,” said Logan. “Our team will bring her home.”
“Home,” she whispered staring out the window. She turned back to Logan. “I don’t know where home is any longer. Home was always where my parents and sister were.”
“I hope you’ll feel at home where we’re taking you. As they said, we need a good doctor and nurses. We always need them.”
“Will you tell me anything about this place?” she asked.
“It’s my home,” he smiled. “My parents, grandparents, friends, aunts, uncles, all of them, live there. It’s beautiful and quiet, peaceful and chaotic. And the food alone is worth staying for.”
“You make it sound like paradise,” she said with a smile.
“I guess in many ways, it is.”