From her peripheral vision, Samantha watched as Daniel moved forward, stopping to stand beside Hylar.
Oliver had understood. Heâd gotten rid of the eyes watching her.
Now she had to act.
Samanthaâs fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. She could move them much faster, but she didnât. The possibility of giving herself away was too great. Of alerting her captors that she was no longer doing what she was supposed to.
She didnât need much time. A minute, tops. But who knew how long the men would be distracted?
Samantha had taken a cyber security course at university, never actually thinking she would need to use any of it. It was there sheâd learned about certain security flawsâ¦ones that allowed attackers to leverage Bluetooth connections and take control of devices.
Thatâs what she intended to do now.
Sheâd detected the Bluetooth signal less than an hour ago. Someone in the area had left it on. She wasnât sure who. Hell, it might even be someone in another building. Someone unconnected to all of this.
She didnât care. She had itâand she could use it.
God, she was glad she had a near photographic memory. Usually, it meant she remembered too much. Useless information sheâd never use. Right now, it meant she could recall the coding commands.
Opening a command prompt window, Samantha typed the first code: âhci scanâ.
Immediately, âscanningâ appeared on the screen.
It took a few seconds for the sequence to appear: 00:0A:4T:7S:27:33.
Yes! That was the Bluetooth address for the device.
Samantha quickly initiated the pairing of her computer to the device and switched on interactive mode. Sweat beaded her forehead.
She was in. She had full control over the phone.
Speedily, Samantha typed in a line of code to retrieve the GPS coordinates of the phoneâs location. It didnât take long. Once she had that, she typed the last commandâthe one that allowed her to send an email to Marble Protection. It was an email address sheâd memorized the day Tori had accepted the mission from Hylar.
Samantha punched in the coordinates and hit send.
Once it was done, she pressed the command to delete the email from the sent folder. Then, before anyone noticed, she disconnected the device from the computer.
Done.
Her heart rate was slightly elevated, and her hands were clammy, but no one had turned to look at her. If they did notice she was slightly out of sorts, hopefully theyâd assume it was from Hylarâs words.
She shot a quick glance at Oliver. He wasnât looking at her, but she hoped by simply looking up, he would know she was done.
His team needed to be as good as Hylar described. That was the only way theyâd defeat these guys. She didnât care about her own life; theyâd already tortured her enough that nightmares would plague the rest of her days.
She couldnât let them kill Tori. The only person left in the world she cared about.
Kye rubbed his eyes. Heâd barely slept in the last twenty-four hours. Frustration gnawed at his insides. So did anger. And an overwhelming sense of being powerless.
Oliver and Tori had been taken right in front of him. And he hadnât been able to do a goddamn thing about it.
He scanned the laptop screen. Wyattâs laptop. The guy had been on it since theyâd arrived back at Marble Falls. Searching for anything that could tell them where Oliver or Tori had been taken. Kye had managed to convince him to take a break. Shut his eyes for at least an hour.
The guy wouldnât be away long. Hell, heâd probably be back within the hour.
The team was scattered around Marble Protection. Theyâd used every resource they had to find the coupleâ¦business footage, street surveillance, airline bookings. They even had the CIA working on their end.
So far, theyâd found nothing helpful.
Where are you, brother?
He could still see the desperation on Toriâs face as she was carried out of that house. The memory haunted him. He hated that he hadnât been able to get to her. To save Tori or Oliver before theyâd been taken outside.
Kye and Wyatt had been outnumbered. They were never going to win that fight.
Footsteps neared the office moments before Bodie stepped into the room, taking a seat. âAnything?â
Kye shook his head, no words leaving his mouth.
His friend scrubbed a hand over his face. âThis canât be happening.â
âWeâll find them.â We have to.
âWe canât lose them.â Bodieâs voice was tortured. As pained as the rest of them felt.
âWe wonât.â
There was a brief silence before Bodie finally sighed. âWhatâs next?â
Kye turned back to the screen. âEvieâs out there with Luca, doing another search on Toriâs friend Samantha. She thinks Hylar wiped her past, which is why we havenât found anything on her. Iâm still searching through street surveillance.â
He was just clicking out of a surveillance video when an email notification popped up on the screen. Kye clicked into it immediately. Maybe it was the CIA with a leadâ¦
The contents made him frown. âWhat the hell?â
Bodie straightened. âWhat is it?â
âGPS coordinates.â Literally just that. No words. No explanation. He did a quick Google search on the coordinates. âItâs a location on the outskirts of Killeen, Texas. A multistory office building, to be exact.â
Bodie pulled out his phone and sent a text. Seconds later, the entire team was in the room, as well as Evie.
Kye and Bodie were already standing, Wyatt taking Kyeâs place behind the screen. Evie moved to sit beside him, alternating between watching his screen and her own.
After a minute of typing, they both stopped, and Wyatt was on his feet. âItâs Hylar.â
Kye tensed. âHow do you know?â
Wyatt was already moving toward the storage cupboard. Pulling out weapons.
It was Evie who answered. âThe top five floors are being rented under the name of a Tanya Hoffman.â
Tanya. Hylarâs half-sister. A woman whoâd been dead for months.