Chapter 132: Vaughn

Sunday. Safe House, Beirut, Lebanon.

VAUGHN STOOD UP against the glass where he could see the entire condo without having to turn his head. The coffee teased his nose while his mind was still waking up.

He'd come downstairs as the day search teams were returning. The priority was comparing notes and compiling information for what their evening focus would be when it came to going out into the city.

About the only thing Vaughn could contribute was his observations on their lobby manager's presence. The man had opted to not wear a suit jacket tonight.

They were going to find Jared, one way or another.

Vaughn's gaze went back to the stairs.

He'd noticed the light on under Ashton's door. In the half hour or so that he'd been downstairs he hadn't seen either Carla or Ashton.

She hadn't been the same after her phone call. Distracted and rushed were the words he'd use to describe her then. He'd fallen asleep while she was in the shower and when he'd woken up, she'd been gone.