He’d spent enough of the flight time reckoning his mind with reality. As much as he’d hate to admit it—what guy did?—he’d have to thank Cowboy for getting his mind pointed in the right direction. That would be later. While he focused on flying, HQ kept an eye on the woman he loved.
According to Moira’s tracker, she had stopped moving. Devon had her location uploaded. They were going with the assumption the tracker was still on her. Correlating the distance from Boston and when Quinn had left, the man hadn’t arrived yet. He should arrive around midnight. That gave the team time to get in there and whisk Moira away. They’d grab Declan if he was there, but after Danny gave him a good punch in the nose for putting Moira in danger.
He’d had more than enough opportunity to ask him or even Cowboy for help.
Google Earth was a wonderful tool. They found a large clearing near their target. When Danny said near, he meant half an hour away if they used the road, which they wouldn’t because Quinn would be driving that route. So, the woods it was. Knowing his ability to get lost in the woods, Danny didn’t fight Boss for the lead. He’d hate for the team to get lost and something happen to Moira because they weren’t there in time.
Finally, they landed and hoofed it double time through the woods. As they were within minutes of the cabin, Danny couldn’t believe what he saw through his night-vision goggles.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Son of a bitch. Moira fumed at her circumstance. Her hands and feet were bound with zip ties while she sat in a chair. At least they hadn’t tied her to the chair. With her hands tied in front, she almost wanted to cheer for that little slip from her captor. Bracing herself the little that she could, she fell over sideways, knocking the breath out of her.
She could not believe her brother. How could he give her to a kidnapper? They didn’t even produce Diana. The man who’d met them took Declan with him after tying her up. Was Declan even alive?
She pulled herself in the near fetal position, ignoring that idea, and untied a shoe.
On one hand, she could understand her brother’s move. He loved Diana and he loved her. Yet he had to give up one to save the other. She imagined his innocent unborn child made the difference. On the other hand, she was his sister. His flesh and blood. And he just left her to be tortured and possibly murdered. Since it became clear to her that Danny wasn’t involved, she could only hope Declan called him for help. The people he worked with had protected her once. Surely, they’d help her now.
Tightening the shoestring between her knees and teeth, she began to saw at the restraints on her wrist. She had no idea if this actually worked, but her brother had talked about it once. She continued the movements, hoping she’d be successful.
All she knew was Quinn ordered the whole thing—holding Diana and threatening Declan to get Moira away from her bodyguards. For all she knew, Boyle may not even be coming. Quinn was bigger than she imagined. In her eavesdropping, she’d heard Danny and Justin say something about a bigger player.
Moira had a hard time accepting Quinn had threatened her family. She believed her brother, but it was all so wrong. They’d been friends for years. But for Quinn to be a bigger player? She couldn’t fathom that. Of course, nothing else would surprise her at this point.
And why her? She didn’t know Boyle, yet he was intertwined somehow. If only her brother had said something before they arrived, they could’ve figured things out that didn’t involve her getting tied up.
It still came back to why her? Her only time to see Boyle was…. Her pulse jumped as it hit her. The recording. The one she allowed her curiosity to tape. That recording had already been turned over to the authorities. She thought back to when Justin had amplified the voices and played it for her. There’d been the minister, someone she’d later learned was Boyle, then a third—
Her breath caught. Shit. Shit. Shit. She was in serious trouble. Quinn had been the third voice. How had she not recognized it? She could only guess that she’d never have expected him to be a participant in that meeting, so his voice wouldn’t have stood out. Worse, Quinn had sounded like the boss.
If he knew she’d made the recording, he most likely knew she’d turned it over to the authorities. Her heart pounded. This could be about revenge. Maybe her mind had gone melodramatic, but what else could it be? Based on her being tied up, she didn’t expect a friendly chat.
She continued sawing at the restraints. Her pulse raced. The shoestring actually worked, but it took a long time. She had to leave before Quinn arrived. She’d never seen him as a killer, but she had to expect that could be his endgame. If he’d become this big boss Danny has spoken of, he’d most likely done many terrible things. She shuddered at the thought. She was in an isolated location where her only hope was for her brother to get help. Her heart caught in her throat. If Quinn wanted her isolated, he’d never allow Declan time to call for help. It’d defeat the entire purpose of the location. He’d also been alone with Diana, threatening her life. Suddenly she was very afraid of him.
“You can do this,” she assured herself. Hearing it made a big difference and she’d say it over and over again, as if it would help.
With Quinn and the whole tied up thing to deal with, she pushed the thoughts of what her brother had done aside.
