Wednesday. Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. Austin, Texas.
CALEB PUSHED HIS SUNGLASSES up his nose and glanced around the airstrip.
He'd never intended to come back to his home state. Hell, he'd been content to never set foot in the country again. Yet, here he was.
They'd moved as quickly as they could to stay on their target's tail, but that still meant they were hours behind. Add to that they'd been forced to take smaller air crafts and travel in shorter leaps to skirt the TSA and customs and they were all running on frayed nerves.
Their people sent to pick the girl up in Amsterdam were dead. If it weren't for Skilton coming through with leads for them Caleb was half afraid they would have been left twiddling their thumbs.
He glanced over his shoulder at Bodhi and Ramon.
Neither were talking to him.
Caleb didn't want to be in charge. He'd just answered the phone. That was all he'd done, and now somehow he'd wound up on the hook for everything they did.