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Chapter 12

They’d driven around most of the night.

And found nothing. Her signal had restarted briefly at one point, but not long enough for a lock on her location.

Maverick scrubbed a hand over his face and cursed himself for letting her get away.

He was her backup.

If she was dead...

Ramon was part of her backup, as well, but Maverick was the one in charge. In nearly two decades of this kind of work he’d never lost a team member. Not once. He didn’t want to start with one so damned young.

An almost inaudible beep sounded in the silence of the truck.

He jerked to attention, his gaze going instantly to the monitor he still clutched in his hand.

The two previously flat lines he’d stared at for hours on end blinked into activity.

“We’ve got her back,” he said in a rush, the words scarcely more than a relieved whisper.

Ramon sat up a little straighter behind the wheel. “Give me some directions, amigo.”

He rattled off the necessary information, not once taking his eyes off the tiny pulsing lights that represented Tasha North’s heart rate and location.

They were back in business.

He had to get word to Lucas.