Finding Dani (Once a Marine, Always a Marine Book 3) by Kori David Page A

Breaking and entering.”
    Damon could appreciate the irony. As the owners of J.Z. Alarms and Consultation, Jesse and Zach were paid to break into high security homes and businesses to assess the weaknesses of the already installed alarms. They’d yet to run into an alarm that Zach couldn’t disable within three minutes. And Jesse was a genius at designing unique, and impenetrable, alarms for those same businesses. He was also good with some computer hacking.
    “And where are they breaking and entering?”
    “Atlanta.”
    Damon didn’t bother worrying about his friends. They were the best at what they did. And he had a good idea what they might be doing in the city that played host to the CDC headquarters. Because it was also home base to every member of Dani’s team.
    “You didn’t have to send them, Mike. I just needed a bit of intel.”
    “I don’t send those guys anywhere. Elizabeth and Lily just started packing and talking about shopping and maybe a trip to Disneyworld while they were on the East coast. The kids were over the moon about going on a trip.”
    Damon laughed quietly. “Leave it up to the ladies to make a family vacation out of it. So, what do you have for me?”
    “I have a couple of doctors with some interesting secrets.” The sounds of shuffling papers came through the line. “For instance, Hailey Walsh grew up in Idaho. Father is a mechanic and mother is a school teacher. In high school, Hailey got involved with a boy who would end up being the leader of a radical anti-government group. She was questioned by the local police on several occasions about him, but never gave up any useful info. Either she didn’t know anything or she wasn’t a snitch. The file was suppressed, since she was just a kid.”
    “Is she still involved with him?”
    “It doesn’t look like it,” Mike said. “He’s doing time in a Federal super-max for attempting to bomb the presidential motorcade when they came through Boise on a campaign run.”
    “Anything on Travis Millet?”
    “He’s squeaky clean, except for unexplained cash withdrawals of one thousand dollars every month.”
    “Any idea where the money is going?”
    Mike said, “None. He doesn’t have any offshore accounts or anything in his life that would lead me to believe he was being blackmailed. He pulls the money out of the ATM in two to three installments at a time. For all I know, the money is shoved under his mattress.”
    “Zach and Jess will find out.”
    “I’m still working on Claire Belgarde and Martin Graham. And as for Anuma Abenaa, you’re on your own for the moment. I can’t find anything on him, but that’s not exactly unusual for a man born in Sierra Leone. Abenaa literally means Tuesday, and from my research it’s not unusual to name an African child after the day they were born. So there are going to be a lot of Abenaas to check. I’ve got a call in with a friend at the embassy there, so hopefully I’ll know more soon.”
    “Thanks, Mike. And make sure to let the guys know how much I appreciate them.”
    “You got it.”
    Damon disconnected the call. How in the world had Hailey managed to get a job with the CDC with a checkered background? And what was Travis up to? He’d focus on those two while further information was being gathered about the others.
    And then he saw what he’d been watching for. Hailey. She was coming out of the motor pool and headed toward the center of camp.

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    Zach Steele rarely worried. The one exception was his wife—and she was safe in the hotel, probably cuddled up in bed with their five year old son, waiting for him to get back. Which he was always eager to do.
    No, this worry was about his friend Damon. When Mike Hansen called and told them a bit of what was going on, Jesse and he decided to head out and get the intel needed. Damon could handle himself better than most, but training and weapons couldn’t stop a virus.
    “Well, look at what I have here,” Jesse Calhoun