Sweet Justice by Christy Reece Page A

trust your judgment.”
    “Any hope of getting Dylan’s help on this one?”
    Something odd flickered in McCall’s expression. Most LCR ops were done on a need-to-know basis. However, it had been months since she’d seen Dylan Savage. She’d worked with him on a couple of rescues before she’d started with LCR, but none since. It was almost like he’d gone into hiding.
    “He’s working a case that’s taking most of his time these days.”
    She nodded, knowing McCall would reveal nothing else. Changing the subject to something she’d meant to ask him this morning, she said, “How’s Samara feeling?”
    “She’s doing great. Morning sickness is over, thank God.” A full-fledged grin brightened his face. “Now she’s driving me crazy with names. Since neither one of us wants to know the sex of the baby, she’s got double the names she can’t decide on. And since Shea and Ethan’s baby girl was born, Shea’s giving her suggestions, too.”
    She laughed softly at the slightly bemused expression on her boss’s face. The tough-as-bullets Noah McCall loved his wife and son to distraction, and it was obvious he was thrilled about the new addition to the family. One of the many reasons she had wanted to work for Last Chance Recue was the humanity she’d seen in McCall.
    “Any last-minute suggestions on finding these young women?”
    “Trust your gut. I followed the cases when each of the girls disappeared. Based upon the number of young women who go missing each year, I agree with the FBI’s assessment that these particular cases have few similarities.”
    “Then why are we treating this case as if they are related?”
    “Finding missing persons is our job. Even if they aren’t related, if, in our investigation, we can find just one, we’ve accomplished a lot.”
    “But if we find them all …”
    McCall’s eyes gleamed. “Then we’ve accomplished a miracle.”
    Seth stepped onto the Gulfstream G650 and took a moment to gaze around at the surprising luxury of LCR’s jet. Ten chairs plus a couple of narrow sofas, all covered in cream-colored leather, were scattered throughout the cabin. A small table against one wall held coffee and pastries; another table in the corner held a large-screen TV.
    He turned to see Aidan Thorne coming down the aisle toward him. Carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and a doughnut in the other, Thorne flashed a grin. “Nice ride, huh?”
    “Very.”
    Downing half the doughnut with one bite, Aidan shrugged. “LCR has some wealthy benefactors. This particular jet used to belong to a prince in the Middle East. Last year we rescued two of his children. This was his thank-you gift.”
    Seth had done his research on LCR. Not only was their organization’s rescue success phenomenal; cases were never turned down because of an individual’s inability to pay. In his opinion, whatever they received, money, gifts, or special favors, they deserved.
    After more than a week of dead ends in his own investigation of Kelli’s disappearance, he’d realized he would have to go for outside help. He had the experience to find her, but not the resources he knew it’d take. After a couple of days of researching rescue organizations, Last Chance Rescue had been his first choice.
    Seth handed his bags to a smiling flight attendant and then helped himself to a cup of coffee. Taking a seat across from Aidan Thorne, he eyed the seemingly laid-back LCR operative. Yesterday, he’d observed a warm camaraderie between Thorne and Honor. Were they something more than co-workers or friends? A couple of times they’d finished each other’s sentences, as if they had some kind of connection or special bond. Was he not only going to have to work with Honor but also be subjected to seeing her with a lover? Another degree of hell he hadn’t expected.
    A sound to his right brought his head around. Jared Livingston came through the door like a dark, ominous cloud. Wordlessly, he handed the flight