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“I took a detour to nab these.” He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket. “New passports and visas.”

Ford opened the envelope and found three semi-worn but freshly minted American passports inside.

“Just to stay under the radar,” Ham said.

“Do you know where my sister is?”

“Nothing from my contacts, but I’m still looking.” Hamilton leaned past Ford to hold out his hand to Scarlett. “This must be our backup.”

She smiled. “Scarlett Hathaway.”

“Hamilton Jones. My friends call me Ham. Sorry I missed the meet with Roy.” His mouth tightened around the edges. “But I’d like a detailed report when we get the chance.”

“He said he’d try and contact his man in Russia,” Scarlett said. She wouldn’t look at Ford.

Perfect. But maybe she was right.

Focus on the mission.

Sort out the what-ifs with Scarlett when they were back on American soil.

No kissy-face.

Ford handed Ham back his envelope of contraband passports as his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He pulled it out.

“Wyatt is calling me,” he said, glancing up at Scarlett as he answered. “What’s going on?”

Wyatt’s voice came on the line. Passionate and straight to the point as was his brother’s way. “So, I got a message from Coco.”

If his hockey goalie brother had said that he’d been drafted by the Broncos to play football, Ford would have been less surprised. “Coco?OurCoco?”

“No,myCoco, but yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Scarlett had stepped up to Ford, frowning.

“I’m sure. She referenced something that only she would know.”

“Huh. Where…why is this—”

“She’s in Russia. With RJ.”

A hammer came down on Ford’s chest.

“Bro?”

Ford found his breath, his voice. “Yeah. I’m here. Is RJ okay?”

“Yeah. She’s fine.”

He looked at Scarlett, then Ham. “We found her.” He directed his voice back to Wyatt. “Okay. So—where in Russia?”

“Moscow. She’s hooked up with a friend of Coco’s, and they’re headed to the consulate.” A pause, and Ford imagined him running a hand through his long hair, maybe trying not to hit something. Wyatt, more than all of them, lived with his emotions outside of his body. His voice turned hoarse when he said, “She’s going to be okay, Ford. Coco said this contact at the consulate is going to get her out.”

Ford closed his eyes, listening to the thunder of his heartbeat. “Yeah. You’re right. Can you get a message back, tell her we’re on our way?”

“I’ll try, yeah. Be careful though.”