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“You need what?” Lizzy stared at the phone. Thank God it was on a secure line.
“I said that I need the third Ghostrider. I need it fully armed and fueled and forward-stationed near the Mexican border for an illegal black-ops mission. I need a crew that is absolutely trustworthy.”
“No! Whatever you’re thinking, Miranda, just…no!”
“Hold please,” and she was gone.
“What the hell?” Lizzy looked across her desk at Jon.
“I have no idea,” he looked just as surprised as she felt. “But what Miranda said earlier is checking out. I have about half of the reports back. So far, every single person on our ‘Death List’ from the first crash had some awful experience with Mexican cartels. Sisters dying of overdoses. Fathers murdered by hitmen in cartel wars. s*x trafficking of cousins. These are a
