Page 27 of Point Blank

She took his vacated seat and scrolled over the email. “Did you send this email address to your FBI friend?”

“Yes. That and the number he called from. Though I doubt the kidnapper is dumb enough to lead us to them that easily.” Milo disappeared toward the kitchen.

She pressed her lips together and clicked on one of the attachments. It had been years since she had to map out a job, but her memory kicked into high gear. She immediately sought out the location and the number of exits in relation to their potential entry point.

Milo returned a minute later and handed her a steaming white mug. “What do you think?”

She made a face. “On paper it looks feasible. He’s only a few minutes away from the interstate, which will help us make a smooth getaway.”

He rested his hands on the back of her chair and leaned forward. His chest brushed her shoulder as she forced herself to click on the second attachment.

“Here’s his schedule.” She tapped her thumb on the side of the mouse and winced. “Everything he has planned is during the day. We need to get in at night, when there’s less staff.”

Milo grunted.

She lifted the mug and took a sip of the perfectly sweetened brew. “Getting into his mansion will be hell. He has three live-in staff—his assistant, head maid, and chef. On top of that, he has five other full-time staff who come and go between nine and five Monday to Saturday.”

She set the mug down and lowered her head to her fingertips. Milo’s large palms covered her shoulders and kneaded her muscles.

“We can do it.”

She sucked back a laugh. “No, we can’t. You don’t understand. Dani is the backbone of every heist I’ve ever done.”

He stopped his massaging and swiveled the chair around, forcing her to stare at him. “You’re the ground agent. You do the hardest part of the job.”

Tears tingled the corners of her eyes. She was too tired to hold them back. “It’s not that . . . it’s her. I’ve always had her in my ear keeping me calm. Not just with jobs, but with everything. When I know she’s watching and leading me through darkness, I can get through anything.”

He dropped to one knee and nestled his palms on either side of her thighs. “Dani is lucky to have you. You’re going to do this, and I’m going to help you.”

She rubbed at the corner of her eye with her palm. Part of her wanted to scream “Why now? Why weren’t you there when I needed you before?” but she couldn’t. She couldn’t hate Milo for the past. At least not right now. Right now, she had to save Dani, and she needed Milo’s help to do it.

“It’ll be tough with just the two of us. When Dani and I did Alban’s heist, we still had our team in the background to help with getaway and research.”

One of Milo’s hands moved from her leg, and his fingernail scratched over his top lip. “About that . . .”

She narrowed her eyes at him. He squinted at her through one eye in that familiar don’t-be-pissed-at-me look of his. Her blood slowed.

“What?”

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, called in some help.”

She sat forward. “You did? Great. Who?”

His gaze shifted to the ground and back up. “Brock Wheeler.”

She felt the muscles in her face go lax. “Brock? The same Brock we used to work with?”

His wince deepened. “That’s the one.”

“Oh my god.” She stood and paced the small office. “You’re out of your mind. Dani will lose her shit.”

“Well, Dani isn’t in a position to argue.”

She glared at him. “He agreed to this? He knows what we’re doing and why?”

“Yeah, I just got off the phone with him.”

Her skepticism grew. “At four in the morning?”