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some part in the Chicago bombing. They would need to get this info to Drackett as soon as possible.
But it didn’t get them any closer to figuring out who took Molly.
As if it could read Derek’s thoughts, his computer pinged. Facial recognition had a hit on the picture of the guy from the SUV that had taken her.
Derek printed the findings of the facial recognition program. He and Jon stared at it, both of them trying to figure out the ramifications.
The man they were looking at wasn’t important in and of himself. It was who he was a known associate of that drew their attention.
The man worked for Pablo Belisario, a known drug lord from Colombia. Derek tried to wrap his head around that.
What in the hell did a drug lord from Colombia want with Molly?
“Belisario? Is someone in Omega actively investigating him?” Derek asked.
Jon pulled up some info on his computer. “Not that’s listed. I guess someone could be doing undercover work. But what would that have to do with Molly?”
Derek shook his head. “I have no idea.” Anything undercover wouldn’t be fielded through the Critical Response Division offices. Omega had its own main office in Washington, DC, for undercover ops, and they had their own labs. “I felt sure whoever had taken her was going to be tied into the terrorist attack in some way. But Belisario? He’s too chump change for something the size of Chicago.”
Belisario wasn’t a terrorist. But he was known for his ruthlessness and violence. The thought of Molly in his hands—for whatever unknown reason—was sickening. Something had to be done.
Right damn now.
“We need to run everything we can about Belisario immediately.”
Derek and Jon spent the rest of the afternoon tracking down every piece of information they could about Pablo Belisario. Derek found Liam Goetz, knowing the other agent had some background in Vice.
“Belisario is continually on the DEA watch list,” Liam told him. “He’s become a bigger player over the last year. But I have no idea what he would have to do with Molly.”
“Neither do I,” Derek told him. “I’ve run all the cases that were listed in the system that the lab was currently processing. Nothing to do with drugs or Belisario.”
“Let me call in a few favors with some old contacts in the DEA. See what the current word is about it.”
“Thanks, Liam. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know we’ve got to get Molly back.”
Liam picked up the phone right then. “As soon as possible. Because Belisario is one mean bastard. I can’t stand the thought of sweet Molly in his hands.”
Neither could Derek.
Within a few hours—long, agonizing hours for Derek—they had some answers. Belisario was under surveillance by local Colombians the DEA had carefully hired. They reported back daily to the DEA on Belisario’s movements. Over the past twenty-four hours there had been no word of Belisario leaving his well-fortified home. But there had been a report of a woman being dragged into the house this afternoon, unable to walk on her own.
A white woman with long brown hair.
Chapter Eight
As soon as he heard the description of the woman, Derek was on his feet. He had no doubt this was Molly. It had to be.
“Listen, man.” Liam put a hand on his shoulder. “Evidently women being dragged into Belisario’s house is not an uncommon thing. This may not even be Molly.”
“A white woman with long brown hair just a few hours after Molly was taken by one of his known associates? It has to be her.” It was time to do something. He started walking down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Jon called after him.
Derek didn’t even slow down. “Drackett’s office. We all know that’s Molly.”
He didn’t wait to see if the other two men were coming with him. He didn’t expect them to. Just like Derek wasn’t going to the director’s office to get his permission. He was going to tell him because he respected Drackett and his
But it didn’t get them any closer to figuring out who took Molly.
As if it could read Derek’s thoughts, his computer pinged. Facial recognition had a hit on the picture of the guy from the SUV that had taken her.
Derek printed the findings of the facial recognition program. He and Jon stared at it, both of them trying to figure out the ramifications.
The man they were looking at wasn’t important in and of himself. It was who he was a known associate of that drew their attention.
The man worked for Pablo Belisario, a known drug lord from Colombia. Derek tried to wrap his head around that.
What in the hell did a drug lord from Colombia want with Molly?
“Belisario? Is someone in Omega actively investigating him?” Derek asked.
Jon pulled up some info on his computer. “Not that’s listed. I guess someone could be doing undercover work. But what would that have to do with Molly?”
Derek shook his head. “I have no idea.” Anything undercover wouldn’t be fielded through the Critical Response Division offices. Omega had its own main office in Washington, DC, for undercover ops, and they had their own labs. “I felt sure whoever had taken her was going to be tied into the terrorist attack in some way. But Belisario? He’s too chump change for something the size of Chicago.”
Belisario wasn’t a terrorist. But he was known for his ruthlessness and violence. The thought of Molly in his hands—for whatever unknown reason—was sickening. Something had to be done.
Right damn now.
“We need to run everything we can about Belisario immediately.”
Derek and Jon spent the rest of the afternoon tracking down every piece of information they could about Pablo Belisario. Derek found Liam Goetz, knowing the other agent had some background in Vice.
“Belisario is continually on the DEA watch list,” Liam told him. “He’s become a bigger player over the last year. But I have no idea what he would have to do with Molly.”
“Neither do I,” Derek told him. “I’ve run all the cases that were listed in the system that the lab was currently processing. Nothing to do with drugs or Belisario.”
“Let me call in a few favors with some old contacts in the DEA. See what the current word is about it.”
“Thanks, Liam. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know we’ve got to get Molly back.”
Liam picked up the phone right then. “As soon as possible. Because Belisario is one mean bastard. I can’t stand the thought of sweet Molly in his hands.”
Neither could Derek.
Within a few hours—long, agonizing hours for Derek—they had some answers. Belisario was under surveillance by local Colombians the DEA had carefully hired. They reported back daily to the DEA on Belisario’s movements. Over the past twenty-four hours there had been no word of Belisario leaving his well-fortified home. But there had been a report of a woman being dragged into the house this afternoon, unable to walk on her own.
A white woman with long brown hair.
Chapter Eight
As soon as he heard the description of the woman, Derek was on his feet. He had no doubt this was Molly. It had to be.
“Listen, man.” Liam put a hand on his shoulder. “Evidently women being dragged into Belisario’s house is not an uncommon thing. This may not even be Molly.”
“A white woman with long brown hair just a few hours after Molly was taken by one of his known associates? It has to be her.” It was time to do something. He started walking down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Jon called after him.
Derek didn’t even slow down. “Drackett’s office. We all know that’s Molly.”
He didn’t wait to see if the other two men were coming with him. He didn’t expect them to. Just like Derek wasn’t going to the director’s office to get his permission. He was going to tell him because he respected Drackett and his
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