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“No, you’re not. If Jesse wasn’t in trouble, you would never have told me.”

He slammed the door. He had a son. And his son was in danger.

CHAPTER TEN

Typing the formal memo to Madison asking for all the information he needed to begin the search for Carson and Jesse calmed Sean down. At least enough for him to think clearly. She’d already sent the preliminary information-Carson Spade’s full name, social, employer, recent photos-but there was much more Sean needed.

He sent off the email, left a message for Kane to call him immediately, and then called JT Caruso. He needed cover from RCK in case things went south in Mexico.

“Are you certain you want to do this?” JT asked after Sean told him the basics. “She should hire RCK and we’ll put together a team. I can have good people on site in eight hours.”

Sean almost told JT about Jesse, but decided to keep that information to himself, at least until he told Lucy. Right now, it was need to know… and JT didn’t need to know.

“I have to do it. I left Kane a message-I want to use him, but we need to be partners on this. I’ll pay RCK rates.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that,” JT said. “I don’t have to remind you how many operations you covered at your own expense. Jet fuel isn’t cheap.”

“You know I don’t care about that.”

“We could solve all your problems if you come back.”

“I don’t have any problems, if you can give me cover.”

“Sean.” JT didn’t say anything else; he didn’t have to.

Sean sighed and rubbed his eyes. Sure, he and Duke had mended fences, but every time there was something critical, something where it might seem that Sean was going to the dark side, Duke assumed the worst. Sean couldn’t live like that anymore. “You know why I can’t.”

“Won’t. Not can’t.”

“That’s a conversation for another day. I wouldn’t ask for help if it wasn’t important.”

“You’re not telling me something.”

“True, but it’s not important to you right now. I’ll fully brief Kane.”

“Fair enough. I hope this girl is worth it.”

“I don’t give a shit about Madison McAllister Spade. And her husband sounds like an ass. It’s the kid, JT. He’s in danger and I can’t turn my back on him.”

“That I understand. Kane’s in Hidalgo right now, so he should get back to you quickly. He’s pissed at me because I won’t let him take any major assignments, so this will be a good transition for him before he gets back to the job.”

“I can’t promise it won’t be dangerous.”

“No one can promise we’ll live to see the sunrise in the morning. What else do you need?”

“A plane. I don’t have the contacts here that I do in Sacramento. I have a new plane on order, but it won’t be delivered until the week before I get married.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say those words-and without fear.”

“It’s Lucy. What can I say.”

“I’m glad I didn’t fall in love with Jack’s sister.” JT laughed and Sean, as usual, felt that little twinge of panic at the mention of Jack. The guy scared him. He shouldn’t-Jack and Kane were two peas in a pod. But Lucy wasn’t Kane’s baby sister. “I’m kidding you, buddy. Jack is a man of few words, but he used them to sing your praises after you took out Rollins and Tobias.”

Sean didn’t want to relive that nightmare, so he went back to the subject at hand. “In addition to the plane, I need some research.”

“You’ve never asked for research assistance. Jaye’s going to lord this over you for the rest of your life.”

“She’s good. I want to get out of here first thing in the morning-I’d go tonight, but I need to talk to Lucy first. I’m sending you the information Madison gave me already, plus the research I’ve started. I’m expecting more info. My gut tells me Carson Spade is laundering money, but I don’t have the time to trace who he’s working for and verify the data. The more I know, the better chance I have of finding him.”

“We’ll take care of it. Be careful, Sean.”

Sean hung up and glanced at the clock. It was nearly ten, and Lucy still wasn’t back. He sent her a message.

Have you eaten?

He pushed back from his desk and went down the hall to the kitchen. He looked through the refrigerator thinking about what he could put together. There wasn’t much. He had planned on doing the shopping tomorrow-he’d actually grown to like his weekly excursion to the grocery store.

His phone vibrated and he read Lucy’s message.

We ate in Laredo. Home in less than thirty. Love you.

Thirty minutes-that would put them in well after ten. He doubted either Lucy or Siobhan had eaten much of anything, not with everything that was going on. And he knew Lucy-when she was working, food was the last thing on her mind.

Eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms-he’d make omelets when they got back. Find a way to get Siobhan off into her room so he could talk to Lucy.

How was he going to explain this to her?

And then there was Noah… maybe he’d just drop Siobhan and Lucy off, and Sean wouldn’t have to talk to him.

Noah Armstrong was a bit of an enigma for Sean. They hadn’t liked each other when they first met nearly two years ago. That was certainly an understatement. Noah was the type of self-righteous, rule-of-law cop that Sean despised. Yet… Noah had bent when he needed to bend. He and Noah had learned to get along, largely because of Lucy. And, Sean had to admit, when he and Noah had worked together on an undercover case where Sean infiltrated a hacktivist group, Noah had come through big time.

Noah had been Lucy’s trainer before she entered the academy, and he’d been very supportive of her career. Yet even though Noah hadn’t made any blatant moves on Lucy, Sean knew he was attracted to her. Hell, Noah had admitted it to Sean. But Noah was too honorable to go after another man’s girl.

Still, Sean was more than a little happy that now that Noah was in San Antonio-even temporarily-there was an engagement ring on Lucy’s finger.

Of course, Lucy was oblivious to Noah’s feelings. For a woman who could see and understand the smallest detail at a crime scene, a woman who studied criminal psychology and was a shark in interviews, she was clueless when it came to how men viewed her. It wasn’t even her looks, it was the package. The way she moved, the way she played with her hair, how she frowned when studying a complex problem. To Sean, she glowed. He wasn’t naturally a jealous lover, but with Lucy he got the pang. Sometimes. Especially around Noah Armstrong. Okay, only around Noah Armstrong.

Maybe because Sean sometimes felt he wasn’t good enough for her.

Sean shook the thought from his head. He prepared everything for omelets, but didn’t cook. His phone rang as he covered the vegetables.

He answered, “Rogan.”

“It’s Kane. I just talked to JT.”

Sean was relieved to speak to his brother. He was glad he didn’t have to repeat everything. “I’ll send you what I sent him.”

“He already did.”

“I can’t do this without you.”

Kane didn’t say anything for a long minute and Sean thought he’d been disconnected. Then Kane said, “How old is Madison’s kid?”

“Twelve.”

“It’s yours.”

His stomach flipped. “I didn’t know until tonight.”

“Of course you didn’t. I know Madison’s type. I knew it thirteen years ago. I have a plane. I’ll be in San Antonio at dawn.”

“Thank you.”

“He’s a Rogan. We’re going to bring him home. I need to make some calls about this Spade. I know a security guy in Acapulco who can help.”

“I confirmed that they flew into Mexico City, then transferred to Acapulco on Thursday night. They had return tickets direct from Acapulco to Los Angeles for Sunday, but never used them. Madison said the hotel manager told her they checked out Saturday evening, even though their flight wasn’t until the morning.”