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way Jonas had them. Caring for everything and everybody, every cause, that was Jonas. Saving the world, determined to save Jackson. Jackson glanced at Ilya. The Russian was much more like him. Control ed. Disciplined. Utterly dangerous. Sometimes he wished he could be more like Jonas, especial y when it came to expressing his feelings to El e, because if anyone was going to save him, it was El e. He’d never wanted a woman for his own until El e and she was as elusive as the wind.
    He swore softly under his breath and turned away from the other two men. Both noticed every detail, and he didn’t need their scrutiny right then. He should have just stepped up to the plate, been a man and taken what was rightful y his. He’d let her down.
    Ilya stopped walking beneath a stand of trees and glanced up at the captain’s walk. Three stories up, Hannah Drake Harrington, Jonas’s wife, paced back and forth, her long blond curls spiraling in the strong wind. Several times she lifted her arms, drawing in the wind, cal ing to it as she did when she wanted to command it. Jackson knew she was gathering energy in preparation for their sending.
    Ilya kept his voice low. “I’ve pieced together information from several sources who owe me. El e’s cover has been careful y built over several years, which explains her frequent disappearances. She used the name Sheena MacKenzie, a young, very attractive and wealthy socialite playing in the European circles mainly. She was known to be quite the adventurer, very skil ed at everything from caving to mountain climbing.â€
    â€œWhich El e is,†Jonas interjected.
    â€œBy night Sheena MacKenzie was on record, suspected by Interpol of being a very high-class and successful thief.â€
    â€œSo she didn’t infiltrate as a woman kidnapped and used in the trafficking ring,†Jonas said. “Her people leaked the false information to Interpol? Or were they in on it? As far as I know she doesn’t work for Interpol.â€
    â€œIf my informant has it correct, there was a loan and cooperation. The man they’re after is a big fish,†Ilya explained. “The main suspect is a man by the name of Stavros Gratsos.â€
    â€œThe shipping magnate.†Jonas whistled softly. “He’s got more money than half the world. What would he want with a human trafficking ring?â€

    â€œIt’s a huge moneymaker, Jonas,†Ilya explained. “More than likely that’s how he got his start in the first place. He’s been suspected, but no one has ever found proof. Human trafficking is second only to drugs and growing every day. One house can earn wel over a mil ion a month in one city. Imagine if you have a house in every city al over the world. It’s global, not just one smal area, and Gratsos has his finger in every pie. It wouldn’t be difficult, and he’s so far out of reach of authorities, he’d get away with it, and probably has for years.â€
    â€œWhat exactly was El e doing?†Jackson asked. Human trafficking. The thought of El e in the hands of men like that left him shaken and cold and useless. He couldn’t let his mind go there. He tried not to remember her voice, so shaken, reaching out to him and how he couldn’t find her.
    She’d been in the hands of a madman for a month.
    â€œShe met Gratsos casual y a few times,†Ilya said, “and according to her handler, Gratsos seemed quite captivated by her.â€
    Jackson closed his eyes briefly. He understood completely. El e had that effect on people. She seemed elusive, out of reach. A combination of sexy and innocent that could capture a man’s attention and not let him go. He knew better than most. Once he’d heard her voice, that soft bedroom voice that sank into a man’s skin and settled in the pit of his stomach and gathered ful force in his groin, he’d