“The pilot filed flight plans to Oregon.”
Donovan’s brow furrowed. God, but his head hurt like a son of a bitch. Oregon? What the fuck was in Oregon? Unless . . .
“He knows something we don’t,” Donovan said. “One of Walt’s hidey-holes. Walt may have filed flight plans for California, but he would have known we’d trace that. Ten to one says the fucker is going to Oregon and that Travis knows or at least has a damn good idea of where he’ll go now that he has Eve.”
“Do you know where in Oregon?” Garrett asked. “Or are we flying blind here?”
Sean grimaced. “A little of both. All I know is they were flying to Wasco, Oregon. There are several small airstrips and we don’t know which one, not to mention we can’t fly a jet the size of the Kelly jet into one of them. It’s not far out of Portland. You can get there, but from there you’d have to do the legwork, split up and cover as much territory as possible.”
“Our best bet is to get in the air and figure out where the fuck Breckenridge has a place there,” Donovan bit out. “We’re wasting time, time that Eve doesn’t have, by sitting here with our thumbs up our asses speculating. We’ll do our search in the air. And goddamn it, I’m going to have to call in a favor to Resnick. I need a full background on Breckenridge. Resnick has better access to information than we do.”
“I agree,” Sam said firmly. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. Nathan, you flying?”
Nathan shot him a look that suggested it was a dumbass question.
“Then let’s get the fuck in the air,” Donovan said. “We’ll figure it out on the fly. The longer Eve is in that bastard’s hands, the worse she’ll be. I can only pray the son of a bitch hasn’t hurt—or killed—her before we get to her.”
“Put it away, man,” Ethan said quietly. “It doesn’t do you or her any good to torture yourself with the possibilities. Focus on getting her back where she belongs. If you start entertaining worst-case scenarios, you’ll lose your sanity, and what she needs is for you to have a clear, level head. Those kids need you. Eve needs you. Now pull it together and let’s get the fuck in the air.”
“There’s one more thing you should know,” Sean added quietly. “One of Frank’s guns is missing from his gun case. Travis must have taken it and used it to hijack the plane. How else would he have gotten the pilot to agree to take him where he’s going? If and when this is all resolved, there’s a shit-ton of legal issues to be resolved. Eve will go down for armed robbery, and Travis will go down for kidnapping plus a whole host of other federal charges. You’ve got yourself one giant clusterfuck.”
Donovan closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead wearily. Desperation. All acts of desperation. He could only assume that like Eve, Travis had overheard parts of a conversation. Hell, Rusty hadn’t exactly been quiet when she’d jumped down Donovan’s throat. He could well believe, as Eve did, that Donovan had betrayed her. Or perhaps he’d learned that his father had Eve and he’d do anything to save her. Who knew more than Travis just what his father was capable of?
“Fuck it. We’re going to have to call in a shit-ton of favors by the time this is over with. I’m going to end up owing a kidney and all of yours as well. We’ll be in debt to our eyeballs and you can bet every single person we involve will call in those markers.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Sam said, resolve marking every word. “No price is too high to pay to save your family, Van. Just like no price is too high to pay for any of our family. We’ll get it done. We always do. Now let’s go get your family back.”
“Christ, we’re already hours behind,” Donovan said in disgust. “They both have too far a head start and we’re flying blind.”