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“How did they find us?” Blake looked at each of his teammates and Lincoln. “They knew where Devon lived in St. Louis. They found her at my apartment. They hit the farmhouse.” His jaw tightened. “How?”
Gwen crossed her arms. “We already know they were watching her before she came here.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t explain how they kept finding her after she left.” Lincoln leaned against the table. “It’s like someone’s been feeding these pricks information.”
Blake hated the possibility, but he couldn’t ignore it.
“Well, it sure as hell didn’t come from Echo.” He met the man’s stare.
“Of course, it didn’t.” Lincoln blinked, and then he scowled. “Wait, are you insinuating it came from me?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Lucas put a cautious hand between the two men. “Let’s all just take a breath. And no, Linc.” He shot Lincoln a look. “No one’s insinuating anything.”
Gwen added in a quick, “He knows that.” Her narrowed gaze turned Lincoln’s way. “Don’t you, Boone?”
If looks could kill, the D.C. detective would have dropped right there, where he stood.
Lincoln’s eyes remained on hers a moment longer before they turned back to Blake’s. “There has to be something we’re missing. They had to have some way of tracking Devon’s movements.”
Jethro ended his call and approached the table. The imposing man’s salt-and-pepper hair and beard did little to soften his stoic demeanor.
To Blake, he asked, “You ever search Devon’s apartment?”
He frowned. “What are you thinking?”
The fifty-five-year-old’s intelligence shone clearly through his dark brown eyes.
“Surveillance equipment,” Jethro rumbled. “Specifically, listening devices or hidden cameras. Anything that could’ve been planted before you got there.”
Blake stared back at him. He’d done a visual search of Devon’s apartment when he’d first arrived. At that time, there hadn’t been a reason for more.
A sick feeling settled deep in his stomach. “I didn’t do a full sweep.” He shook his head. “After the break-in, my focus was on getting her out of there as fast as I could.”
“We need to get someone to St. Louis.” Emmett looked at the team. “Maybe there’s something there that can lead us to Devon.”
Draven stood. “Jet’s already fueled and ready. I can be wheels-up within the hour.”
“I’ll go with you,” Jethro offered. “You’ll need back-up in case they’ve got eyes on the place.”
They needed all hands on deck here.
They needed to be out there, looking for Devon.
“We don’t have time to waste chasing a maybe.”
Jethro looked at Blake. “Son, I’ve spent a lot of years tracking people who didn’t want to be found. Sometimes the thing you’re looking for is sitting right under your nose.”
Blake held his gaze. “And sometimes it’s a dead end.”
“Agreed. But right now, you’ve got a room full of people chasing leads. Let Brown and I chase this one.”
Blake looked at Emmett.
Their team leader nodded and looked Draven’s way. “It’s an hour-fifty flight time from here to St. Louis. Get in, get out, and get back.”
“Copy that.” Draven was already headed for the door. “We’ll call when we land.”
Jethro followed.
