The Accountant

She had to find Antoine Lemonte. It was her number one priority. They needed to get their lives back. Never had violence been an integral part of her life but for the family that had cared and accepted her without question, she would be willing to kill anyone posing as a threat.

People had been coming in and out of their office. Dr. Hope was hovering nearby. And maman had been busy contacting people. Dominic's father was preparing the ransom. One billion worth of gold bars and diamonds. Fucking asshole! The bastard was greedy.

I will find you. Incited by pure determination, her fingers were a blur on her keyboard, eyes glued to the screen. She played the audio louder, isolating other sounds, all that remained was Antoine's and his background. Hearing it initially, her conclusion was, he would be in an enclosed room. Minimizing the volume of his taunting nonsense, Beau concentrated in even more. And replayed the sound.

A faint scratch of noise registered. It was a train passing by. She played it again and counted. If he sent the video this morning then most probably it was recorded at dawn.

Hacking the database for schedules for train stations, she began to cross-reference the time and routes. It should be between 2 AM and 5 AM. He was somewhere between Alamo and Van Ness. Think, Beau. think!

She stopped and took a deep breath. Playing the audio louder, she closed her eyes. There! It was definitely a plane.

Most likely he had rented a private jet and it was hidden on an isolated hanger. It was part of his escape plan.

San Francisco airport. It has a private take-off and landing field.

And he thought he was clever. Huh! Not one man on this earth can beat her brains. Well, except for her baby boy growing in her belly.

"I know where he is." Everyone stopped what they're doing and turned to her. Waiting for her to speak.

"Rafael, right?" The tall heavily muscled Mexican supermodel-look-a-like nodded his head. Pfft! Dominic was hotter.

"Yes, Mrs. Vasiliy." Not in the mood to correct him, she just snorted. She won't deny it either.

"San Francisco airport. He must be on an isolated hanger with his private jet. Since my husband is not here, we need to send men to scout the area. But they have to be very very quiet so they won't spook him."

"I will do it myself." Okay. It was a good idea. She knew the Cartel leader was eager for his pound of flesh.

"Okay. Gather everyone. I will brief you on the critical points." He was reluctant to follow orders from a woman, he was looking at her so intently, jaw clenched. A few seconds later, he barked orders to his men and they surrounded her table. Good.

Maman moved closer and hugged her tightly. Even Lizzie joined them to seek comfort.

They can do this.

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Antoine Lemonte

"Frère,"

"Listen, I have a big investment coming in. I need your help."

"How big?"

"One billion worth of gold and diamonds."

How did you come by

kidnapped Dominic

I told you not get in any sort of trouble,

we have enough

us. The Butcher

and we can share her. I know

forward to. Where are you

C130 for the cargo. The drop will be

you need more

have enough. Just have our place

See

"You will, frere."

omitted to tell his brother about Rafael Montero. He shrugged, he'd be long gone

Maria. She betrayed him. And the man he looked up to and treated as his father had chosen a weak heir over him. He wanted to

arms deals, he found his older brother and they became a team. They had the brute force. What they lacked was

million they got from the Montero's was long gone

and his brother will be filthy rich soon. Dialing another number, the phone

"Jordan, bring Dinara here."

"And the ransom?"

have your share." I'll kill you as

man's voice

"Has she regained consciousness?"

What's

trust this man to do the job? He had no

"Here's my address."

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Mexican Cartel

Rafael Montero

driving force had kept him

Revenge.

and breathed for that one purpose. Kill Antoine

soul had long deserted him. After today, he no longer cared if he'd

see about twenty men surrounding the area. All heavily armed. The coward bastard nowhere to be seen but the new tzarina assured them he has not left the premises. Still waiting for the mafia princess and

less than a mile away from the private airfield where Antoine's C1-30 was parked outside a hanger. His

a handgun tucked inside his black leather jacket,

'We are moving in.'

Fucking about time!

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his rifle, he was shooting with precision at his enemies.