Twenty minutes after returning to Pleasant Pines, Cassidy sat in the small room at the back of the sheriff's office. Two men from Rocky Mountain Justice, Luis Martinez and Marcus Jones, sat on either side of Cassidy. Travis stood.
A large sheet of paper covered the center of the desk showing a hand-drawn map of Los Diablos's camp. The road, lodge, cabins and the RVs were all marked. There was also a list of firearms Travis had noticed while on the property.
Placing his finger on the road leading to the compound, he said, "I kept an eye out as we drove away. There's a camera on a pole at the entrance." Taking a pen, he drew an X.
Martinez asked, "What could you tell about it?"
Travis shrugged. "It looked to be a regular handheld device, something you can buy in any big box store."
"We have to assume that the camera has a live feed, which is being sent to the lodge," said Marcus. "It's the only way Los Diablos could've known you were there, Cassidy."
"What if the members were on patrol?" asked Cassidy. "They might have come across me by accident."
"I don't think they would've shown up if they'd known you were with a police officer," said Martinez.
"For the moment," said Marcus, "we're going to assume three things."
"Which are?" Cassidy asked.
"First, that there's nothing special about the camera, so we can easily have a member of our tech team hack into the feed and force the device into a ten-minute loop. As long as nobody is looking too closely, they'll never know, until it's too late."
Cassidy asked, "What's the second thing?"
"There are damn likely more guns than what you and Travis saw, so we have to be armed and ready."
"We're not getting your daughter back without a fight."
For Cassidy, life had been a constant struggle. Her divorce, when Brittney was still a baby. Working multiple jobs, to make sure her daughter had all the necessary school supplies and—most important to a child desperate to fit in—the right clothes. She remembered when Brittney was twelve, how she'd worked double shifts for nearly a month at the diner just to buy her the sneakers she'd wanted for Christmas. Every day was a struggle with exhaustion—but the joy in her child's eyes was so worth it.
So no way in hell was she backing down now.
Marcus and Luis stood and walked to the door. Pausing on the threshold, Marcus said, "We'll loop the camera feed, otherwise Los Diablos will see us coming."
"Taking care of the camera is now priority one," said Travis.
"We'll keep you updated on our progress," said Martinez. Then the two RMJ operatives headed out to gather their tech.
Turning to face Travis, Cassidy asked, "Is any of this legal?"
Travis shrugged. "Sometimes you have to do the wrong things for the right reasons."
His answer left Cassidy with more questions. "Could you lose your job for helping me?"
He met her gaze. "I'll be okay."
But that wasn't good enough for someone who used to mean so much to her. "It's my fault that Brittney ended up with Booth," Cassidy said. "I can't destroy you both."
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