17
HAYES
I didn’t like it.
I scrubbed a hand across my face and stared down at the house plans again. I’d shown up at Megan’s the next night when she got off work to go over her plans for the job. We’d had pizza delivered and opened a couple of beers, and we sat at her kitchen table now, nursing the drinks and going over the details.
I’d had Kennedy and the guys researching the hell out of this guy Burns today, trying to find out where he might be holding Megan’s dad. If Alpha Mountain Security could extract Colin Hager before Megan ever got her hands dirty, it would solve everything. So far, we’d come up short, but I was still holding out hope. We extracted oil tycoons and diplomats from the shittiest hell holes on the planet. We could find a deadbeat dad being held prisoner somewhere
