Chapter 11
Laptop in the case, carry-on duffle on the floor beside his foot, Mike sat in one of the airport’s vinyl seats. His elbows rested on his knees and he stared at the floor. It had been hours since he’d gotten the single message from Kurt. His gut was tied in a knot so tight it felt like it was hard to take a full breath.
Aidan Sterling’s hand touched Mike’s shoulder. “I just got a message from Maggie.” He handed Mike his phone.
Target acquired. Still viable but damage serious. Repairs started. Transit time uncertain.
“It means he’s still alive,” Aidan said. “She doesn’t pull any punches. But not to worry, she’s got a lot of medical training. She’ll take care of him.”
“What do we do when we get there?” Mike asked, relief flooding through him.
“I have someone I trust meeting u
