Abducted:Reconnaissance Team (Texas Rangers: Special Ops) by Tarah Scott, Evan Trevane Read Free Book Online Page A

Sanchez said. “Texas Rangers intervened. I have yet to discover how they knew those men were crossing the border.”
    They knew because an undercover Ranger got a lead that the kidnapped girls were still in El Paso. Ben and his team went on alert in hopes of catching them in the act of smuggling the girls across the border.
    Ben shrugged. “Probably a lucky shot for the Rangers. The El Paso border is heavily patrolled.” 
    Sanchez shook his head. “The men were tracked.” 
    Ben paused. “What do you mean?” 
    “Border Patrol can track. Wouldn’t you know if they were on your trail?”
    “I would.” Ben studied him as if just reaching a conclusion. “The Rangers were looking for your men before they tried to cross the border?”
    Sanchez leaned back in his chair and gave an almost imperceptible nod. “Now, one month later, I have the good fortune to meet a man who swears he can help me transport goods.” 
    “Life has a way of bringing us what we need when we need it.” 
    “I do not believe in coincidence.” 
    “Life is filled with coincidence,” Ben replied. “It’s coincidence that you happened to be where you were when you met your wife.” 
    “True,” Sanchez replied. “But meeting you is a very convenient coincidence.” 
    “Certainly not the only convenient coincidence in your life.” 
    “One that makes me nervous.” 
    Ben leaned back in his chair. “I’m not sure how to alleviate your fears.” 
    Sanchez took a bite of pork. “My fears will be alleviated once I receive a report that says you are who you say you are.” 
    Ben hoped the Feds had been thorough when they created Adam Billings.
     

Chapter Seven
    The Mexican’s arm tightened around Liz’s waist as he demanded, “Who are you?” 
    “L-Liz Monahan,” she stuttered. “I work for Nina Bruno Designs.” 
    “Why were you hiding on the balcony?” the American demanded.
    Her heart thundered. “I wasn’t hiding. I was waiting for Mrs. Remmey.” 
    “Who’s Adam Billings?” 
    That was a question she was asking herself. They’d said ‘cop.’ “He’s a model, my escort for the night. What’s going on? Where is he?”  
    “Why were you eavesdropping?” the American said.
    “I told you, I was waiting for Mrs. Remmey. She and I have business.” 
    “She couldn’t have known we were going to use this room,” the Mexican said.
    His hot breath sent a prickle of gooseflesh over her ear and Liz fought tears.
    The American’s gaze bore into her. “We’ll have to let Sanchez figure this out.” 
    Liz’s thoughts raced. Sanchez. Who was Sanchez?
    “Maybe we should dump her in the desert,” the Mexican said.
    She gasped and he clamped a hand over her mouth. “One word, and I break your neck.” He turned to the American. “Check the hallway.”
    Liz stared as the man headed for the door. Surely they couldn’t forcibly remove her from the mansion without being seen? 
    The American reached the door and eased it open. He peered outside then looked back at them. “All clear. Let’s go.” 
    Liz’s captor hugged her close as he drew her toward the door. Her legs moved like rubber and she feared her knees would buckle. She commanded her legs to remain strong, but the thought seemed to be an echo traveling through a tunnel.
    They reached the door and the American slipped out first. They turned away from the main staircase, which was hidden beyond a bend. They took another quick right down a set of narrow stairs. Liz stumbled on the second step. The Mexican lifted her feet off the stairs and her heart jumped to a gallop. Dear God, why hadn’t she kept up the self-defense courses she took in her twenties?
    Think , she commanded . Who were these men? They knew the layout of the house. What were they doing in a private room of the Remmey’s home? What did Larissa Remmey have to do with thugs who discussed murder and kidnapped guests?
    They approached the landing and a door came into view, located in a