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It turned out that Jake was an operative with Delphi Force who’d been summoned to go to Roatán with her dad. Her dad had called him last night and asked him to skip his flight from Tulsa and instead to take his truck and follow Sol to Dallas. To “just keep a li’l eye on her,” in Jake’s words. Now that she knew, she saw him differently. Her guess was that he was ex-Navy SEAL, Special Forces like her dad.
Her dad had reserved the conference room in the Centurion Lounge. While her dad and Jake went in, she was sent to the buffet line to get trays of breakfast and coffees for her and Jake—her punishment, she supposed. When she finally joined them in the conference room, she found the two men poring over satellite maps of the waters off Roatán. From the looks of it, they were interes
