Saving Savannah

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“Stephanie, it’s Carlisle. Can you hear me?” He hit the speaker button and laid the phone on the large wooden coffee table in the center of the room. The team had opted to be comfortable this morning, holding their daily meeting in the space normally reserved for clients.

“I was talking with Anna,” she whispered, “and heard shouting outside—in Spanish—and then gunshots.”

Anna wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to catch her breath, and moved closer to Stefan, needing to be near him. The thought of her friend in danger, far away in a foreign country, with nobody there to help caused a knot in the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer.

“Could you understand anything they said?” Stefan’s eyes met hers, although he stayed focused on every word Stephanie spoke, trying to reassure their friend.

“Not really,” her voice was barely above a whisper. “I caught a word here and there, but most of the people I’ve dealt since I’ve been here speak English.”

He scrubbed a hand across his jaw, and Anna could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “Can you tell where they are in the house?”

“I heard somebody coming upstairs a minute ago. I told Anna there’s no closet here to hide in, and the bedframe’s too close to the floor, I’d never fit under there. I could hide in the bathroom, but I’m pretty sure there’s no place they wouldn’t see me.”

“Damn,” he whispered under his breath, and Anna’s heartbeat skittered. Her friend was in real trouble. The rest of the team wasn’t standing by idly, though. Nate was on Stefan’s laptop, typing frantically, and Carpenter was on his phone, barking orders. Stefan’s boss had tons of connections, both in and out of law enforcement, so maybe he’d get some answers to what was happening over a thousand of miles away.

“Hang on.” A deep shuddering breath echoed from the speaker. “Three jeeps, older models. Military style, like you’d see in the movies, not like the civilian kind you see on city streets back home. Kind of rusty and painted khaki green.”

Stefan’s eyes met Anna’s, and he gave her a reassuring smile. “Three jeeps, got it. Can you see any of the men? Tell how they’re dressed or how many?”

“There’s one man standing at the end of the drive. I can’t tell what he’s wearing, but it doesn’t look like a uniform of any kind.”

Stefan gave a brief nod. “Okay, we’re going to assume there are several men there, maybe three to four per jeep. I need you to stay calm. Focus. How many other people are in the house?”

“Tabby—Tabitha Donnelly. Marie…I don’t remember her last name. She’s a friend of Tabby’s. Sofia, the cook. Miguel is our driver. And me. Five. The maid, Luisa, already left, I think.”

“Good girl. Okay, five people, and an unknown number of armed hostiles. Steph, listen to me. Stay calm. Take a deep breath. Remember your training. Remember who you work for. Know that we’re going to make sure you come home safe. Got it?”