Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“It’s Billy the Kid,” Royce growled.
JB smirked at Royce’s irritated tone. They were being careful to gather up any darts they shot. The goal was to leave behind no evidence that they were ever there. Between the gloves, hats, dark clothes, and Cole working his magic on the security system, there wouldn’t be a trace of them ever stepping foot on the ranch. Just a bunch of unconscious men who woke up feeling like they’d been roofied. With any luck, only Dillinger would ever know what happened, but he’d not have a damn bit of proof.
“These code names are too long,” Rowe complained.
“Yeah, because Count Chocula wasn’t an issue last time,” Cole muttered, and it was all JB could do not to laugh. Though Garrett had been the best with Sugar Bear.
But it was time to focus. He’d reached the front door of the guest house and was working on picking the lock. The thing was pathetically basic. Dillinger hadn’t even bothered with a deadbolt, not that he was overly surprised. What were the odds that someone was going to break into his guest house on his sprawling llama ranch?
A couple of minutes of fiddling with the lock and the door eased open. “Doc Holliday entering the guest house. Night vision on.”
“Zorro and Jesse James have cleared the barn. We’re moving to cover your six,” Rowe returned.
JB nodded even though no one could see him as he moved his night-vision goggles over his eyes and turned them on. With the one-story guest house in clear view of the main house, they couldn’t risk flashlights drawing attention to them as they searched. So naturally, Rowe had brought a shitload of military-grade night-vision goggles with him. The man seriously had the best fucking toys. Not that JB would ever tell Rowe that to his face.
“The security cameras are on a loop in the house. I’ve got you covered,” Cole said softly. His deep voice was like a strong hand squeezing JB’s shoulder. He could almost believe Cole was standing right there beside him as he edged into the house.
“Glad to have you with me, Wyatt.”
“Always, Doc.”
“I swear, if you two start quoting Tombstone, I’m gonna be sick,” Garrett complained.
“Best. Western. Ever.” Rowe happily sighed.
“Can it,” Noah snapped before they could all start talking about their favorite Western movies. And God knew Owen and Ben were chomping at the bit to throw out their two cents.
The com went silent for the most part with only the occasional update on someone taking out a sentry. From the back-and-forth he’d caught so far, they’d tranq’ed at least a dozen and had found zero sign of Katie. Not surprising. JB knew in his gut that Katie was hidden in the house. She had to be. It would be the hardest to infiltrate out of all the locations on the farm.
JB was not letting himself think about the chance that Katie might be held at some other place entirely. No. Not possible. The agreement was for Jesse Alexander to show up, sign the papers selling the house, and then Dillinger would hand Katie over to Jesse.
They were just going to skip the paper-signing part entirely and go right to the freeing Katie section of their evening.
The interior of the guest house wasn’t all that different from the guest house he was currently living in. The main floor plan was open, giving him a clear view of the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Of course, the key difference was the fact that most of JB’s house could be fit into this kitchen. Everything about the place screamed luxury and opulence. From the massive sectional couch to the enormous fireplace made of riverbed stones to the kitchen with its dark marble countertops and stacked ovens. It was a luxury retreat.
And as far as he could tell, it was empty.
He soundlessly crossed the living room to the kitchen, even peeked inside the pantry. The half bath, two bedrooms, and accompanying bathrooms were also empty. Nothing.
The air in the place was sweet but stale, like Dillinger had a couple of those plug-in air fresheners going, but no one had actually been inside the building in a while.
“I’ve got nothing. Wyatt, is there a basement to this place?” JB grumbled.
“Very likely. I don’t have floor plans on it to confirm it. Did you run across the mechanicals? A water heater?”
JB swore softly. He hadn’t seen a water heater or even signs of a furnace. There was no way that this house was running off whatever Dillinger had in the main house. He went through the entire house, opening every door he came across, but they revealed only bathrooms and closets.
“No stairs. Where the fuck are the stairs?” JB snarled to himself.
“Outside?” Cole offered.
“Nope. Zorro and I have checked all sides of the house. No exterior stairs,” Owen immediately replied.