“Where did they go?” Greer demanded.
“Here,” Kale said as his fingers flew over the keyboard.
The video changed to the exterior of the hangar as they shoved Sebastian into a helicopter.
“I’m running the tail number now,” Nabi, the head of Rahmi security, said as Greer watched the helicopter take off. “Dammit. It’s not coming up. It’s a fake number.”
“What about the transponder?” Nash asked.
“Working on it,” Cade said as his fingers flew. “Nothing. Radar at that time doesn’t match the location. They must be flying under radar with a dismantled transponder.”
“Give me a map with the range of that helicopter,” Greer ordered. A map with a circle appeared on one screen. “Mark all private airports. The hangar they left from is private. If they’re going to land, it might be at another private location.”
Greer saw all the dots light up the screen and her heart sank. The helicopter had a four-hundred-mile range. There had to be another way. “Okay, search all emergency calls. See if anyone is complaining about a low-flying helicopter.”
Greer tried not to pace as everyone went to work. She watched the clock and knew with each minute that passed the chance of saving Sebastian decreased. When hours passed, her stomach filled with dread.
“This is strange, listen,” Kale said as everyone went quiet.
“Coast Guard? This is cargo ship Faulkner 712. I have a low-flying helicopter that just buzzed us,” a deep voice said over the radio. “Are you running drills or something?”
“Negative, Faulkner 712,” the Coast Guard responded. “What’s your location?”
The captain rattled off his coordinates and Nabi entered them on the screen. “That’s off Cape Cod. What the hell were they doing up there?” Greer asked.
“Landing on a boat?” Dylan asked. “I’m calling cousin Ryker. You heard the name of that cargo ship. It’s one of his. Let’s see if his boats can tell us anything else.”
Greer nodded her agreement and Dylan walked into the conference room to call their cousin who ran a shipping company near Charleston, South Carolina. Dylan began to pace and then he rushed back out. “They were turning inland,” Dylan called out.
“Boston. Search private jets leaving within an hour of that Coast Guard call in case they carried on with their travels. Also, pull all video to see if we can find out what happened when that helicopter landed,” Greer ordered as she felt hope flare. They had a lead and they were going to grab it with both hands.
“Okay, we got several planes taking off in that time,” Kale told her as they all came up on the screen.
“On it,” Nash said as they got to work tracking them down.
“I’ll work on the helicopter,” Nabi said as his head went down to the computer.
Greer waited as they put the destinations up on the board along with who owned the planes and who was on the flight log. London, Paris, Iceland, and the Bahamas were quickly filled in. That left two flights that were unaccounted for.
“Who owns these?” Greer asked, pointing at the two planes. “And where are they going?”
“The first one is going to Grand Cayman. The second is going to Newfoundland. Both are listed as corporate, not private ownership. I’m searching through the shell corporations for the Grand Cayman one now, but it’s taking a bit,” Kale answered.
“I’ll get the Newfoundland one,” Uncle Cade said, getting to work.
Long minutes passed, but Greer couldn’t wait. She picked up her phone and made a call.
“Dude, I heard about Sebastian. We’ve been helping Kale just like you asked. What can Roxie and I do?”
“Alex, I need satellite imaging of two planes. I want to see exactly where they are and who gets off of them,” Greer told the computer genius who worked with her on the black ops team.
“Dude,” he said absently as Greer heard his fingers already flying.
“Tell Abby and Dylan we’re so happy for them,” Alex’s wife, computer hacker extraordinaire Roxie, said. “I got the plane in Grand Cayman. It’s not there yet. Here it is.”
A screen on the wall went black and then it flashed back up with a live satellite feed of the plane in the air.
“Hey, who did that?” Nabi asked as his head shot up.
“I did,” Greer answered absently. “Thanks, Roxie. We won’t know anything until it lands. Keep an eye on it.”
“Dude, the plane in Newfoundland just landed,” Alex said into the phone. A second later another screen went black and then filled with a live satellite feed of a private jet taxiing on the runway.
“Okay, seriously, who is doing that?” Nabi asked again. “And how did you get a live satellite feed and break into our system?”
Greer ignored him as the plane taxied to the private jet area of the airport. “Looks like they’re meeting some people. Zoom in on them.”
Alex did as she said and even though he grumbled, Nabi grabbed imaging and began running it through his system.
“Duuuude,” Alex said over the phone. “The guy in the middle is Dr. Nils Olsen, who was kidnapped yesterday from this town I can’t pronounce.”
“Who is Dr. Nils Olsen and where the hell is this town?” Greer asked, losing patience.
“Seriously!” Nabi said, standing up to stare her down. “Who are you talking to and how do they have that information before . . . oh, it’s that Dude guy, isn’t it?”
“Put me on speaker. Dude, I got this.” Greer put Alex on speaker and let him explain. “Dr. Nils Olsen is an astrophysicist. He works at a satellite station in northern Norway. He was kidnapped on the drive back to his house after his shift. He’s not married, so that’s why it took a while to know he was kidnapped. They thought he had crashed, but then they found his car empty with a bunch of footprints in the snow that led to tire marks from a second car.”
Greer watched as the door to the plane opened and the steps descended. Dr. Olsen was dragged forward even as he fought. He was no competition for the two men holding him.
Suddenly a figure appeared in the door and was yanked back, but Greer knew the identity of the figure in that split second. He’d tried to escape.
“Dude!” Alex yelled.
“He’s alive,” Greer gasped in relief.
4
Greer’s heart began to beat wildly as she watched the doctor being shoved up the stairs of the plane. “Jackson! Let’s go. We’re flying to Newfoundland.” Jackson, Talon, and Lucas jumped up from where they’d been seated and hefted their gear onto their backs.
“We’ll need cold weather gear,” Lucas said. He’d know. He was from northern Alaska. “Well, I won’t need it, but you two will.”
“You’ll have it by the time you get to the airport in Lexington,” Dylan told them as he was already picking up his phone to make a call.
“Keep tracking that plane and tell me exactly where it goes,” Greer ordered as she hurried from the building.
“Greer.”
She turned to face her father who had followed her outside. “Yeah, Dad?”