Garrett nodded. "Yeah, that's what Maria called her."
"Son of a bitch! I can't believe I didn't put that together before," Brady said as he flipped through the file of notes he'd brought with him. "The conversation you overheard when you were walking around the palace."
Brady found the piece of paper he had been looking for with Parker's notes on the conversation.
"They talked about a cat and how we'd never figure it out," Parker said. "I thought maybe I had misinterpreted it wrong. But they weren't talking about a cat. They were talking about Cat, as in, Catalina."
"Fucking hell," Austin muttered.
Parker watched Brady and Garrett stare at each other, and she felt like there was something they weren't telling her. But Brady pulled more papers out of his file before she could question either of them.
"I had Vargas get me a list of every local missing teenage girl between the ages of thirteen and eighteen over the past few years. There were one hundred and seventy-five," Brady explained, "and over half of them were listed as being employed by The Target Agency."
Parker felt the quickening of her pulse and excitement in her stomach that she always got when it felt like they were on the right track during an assignment. Things were slowly starting to fall into place with regard to nailing Fernandez, but it still didn't explain what had been going on with Milo. She said as much out loud, more to herself than anyone else. Once again, she watched the silent communication between Brady and Garrett and knew without a doubt they hadn't told her everything.
Parker suddenly realized that Garrett never mentioned the name of the hotel where Maria said Catalina had gone.
"The hotel," Parker said, turning towards Garrett. "You never mentioned the name of the hotel Catalina met the American man at."
Garrett looked away from her as soon as she said the words out loud, a cold feeling of dread washing over her as the puzzle clicked into place. She started shaking her head no before she could get the words out.
Garrett watched Parker make the connection and it made his chest ache for her.
"No. It wasn't him," Parker insisted as she watched Brady start to pack up his file.
"Can you guys give us a minute?" Garrett asked the rest of the men.
They didn't mask the curious looks on their faces, but they did as they were told. Brady led them away from the table to fill them in on what Garrett would be telling Parker.
Parker stared at Garrett and Garrett stared at the retreating forms of his men, wishing he didn't have to break the spell of last night and this morning.
"Tell me it's not as bad as I'm thinking," Parker demanded.
Garrett took a deep breath and turned to face her.
She saw it all: the pain, the betrayal, and his knowledge of the truth she didn't want to accept. It was right there, written all over his face.
"Brady and I went to Occidental El Embajador last night. One of the maids identified Milo. She saw him leave one of the rooms with Catalina a few months before she was killed," Garrett said softly.
Parker saw his lips move, heard the words he spoke, but couldn’t feel anything else. She was numb.
Like she was floating in a dream, the edges of her vision just starting to blur, making it hard to focus on what was real and what wasn't. Garrett was still talking, telling her he was sorry and that he was just as shocked as she was, but she barely heard him.
She stared at a spot just over his shoulder, wondering what the hell was wrong with her.
What kind of woman could be trained by the best government agency in the world, know how to force even the most hardened criminal to admit truths and crimes he'd never told anyone yet fail to see the man she befriended, loved, and was going to build a life with was doing something so vile right under her nose?
She'd never fully trusted Milo from day one, but she'd always chalked that up to her broken family and her refusal to allow anyone to get that close.
Now she wondered if maybe it was something deeper, maybe some sixth sense told her he wasn't who she thought he was, and she kept him at arm’s length for that reason alone.
"Take me there," Parker stated firmly. “I want to talk to the maid myself.”
Garrett tried to pretend like he hadn't heard her, but he knew it was useless. He knew she’d want tangible proof this was real. She’d want to confirm for herself what he already knew to be true. Even though she’d tried to tell him the night before that Milo had secrets, Garrett knew Parker never expected them to be this bad. No matter what he said to her, she wouldn’t trust the information until she saw it with her own eyes. All he wanted to do was go back to this morning, go back to the moment when they stood together in the room after the shower, drying each other off. Go back and pretend like nothing else existed but the two of them, crawl under the covers and pretend like they didn’t have to meet the team for breakfast and this assignment wasn’t top priority. They could go back to the moment when Parker looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered instead of like her whole world was crashing down around her.
Garrett was fighting a battle with his mind and heart. He burned with jealousy. Parker was upset about Milo betraying her, and he wanted her to forget all about any other man that had ever touched her, including his best friend. But at the same time, he understood that something like this would hurt her no matter what the two of them had done in the past twenty-four hours.
Parker stood up when Garrett didn't make a move to leave and he grabbed her arm.
"You don't have to do this," he told her sadly.
Parker didn't want to hurt Garrett. She didn't want him to think that she was still in love with Milo and that was the reason why she was heartbroken. The more she learned about Milo, the more she questioned her actions and her heart where he was concerned and wondered if she’d ever really loved him.
She felt betrayed by Milo. No matter what she did or didn’t feel for him, he was still her best friend. If he had stopped loving her and had changed his mind about the wedding she would have understood probably more than any other woman. But this? She just couldn’t wrap her mind around it. These were not the actions of the man she’d known for the past eight years. These were the actions of a stranger.
She was upset Milo had made a fool of her and that she'd spent so much time wishing she had loved him more and feeling guilty for everything she felt towards Garrett.
All that wasted time.
Time she'd never get back.
Her heart broke for Garrett. His friend of more than twenty years had turned out to be a liar and a criminal. Garrett trusted him, loved him, and thought of him as a brother. She could see the sadness in his eyes and hear the betrayal in his voice even though he tried his hardest to mask it. His friend, his brother, his confidant; the man he trusted with his family and his life – he was a stranger to Garrett now. The pain he felt was staggering. But he was concerned for Parker.
Always for her.
She thought back over the years and all the times he had put her first, supported her, and been there for her. All the times he’d helped her without a second thought. She remembered how she always had to convince herself that Milo did the same things. But he didn’t. Milo always put himself first, but that was his personality, and during their time together, it suited her independent nature. But maybe he was like that with her because she’d always kept that little bit of space between them, that tiny bit of expanse that he just couldn’t cross. That she wouldn’t allow him to cross.
Maybe Milo knew all along she’d let Garrett barrel right through that gap from day one.
Brick by brick, her walls started coming down the first day Garrett sat next to her in the coffee shop. She always thought they had been intact this whole time, that she’d decide when and if they ever came down. But looking at him now as he stared at her with concern and worry in his eyes, she knew she’d never had a choice in the matter.
The wall crumbled to dust when she wasn’t even looking.
Parker thought she needed to see the place where Milo had betrayed them both to try and come to grips with what was happening, but as she stood there in the restaurant looking down at Garrett, she knew it wasn’t necessary. The knowledge that he did it was enough.
They needed to put all of their concentration into finding out all of the answers to their questions and end this once and for all. Things still didn’t add up, and Parker knew they were missing large pieces of the puzzle. Something in her gut told her Fernandez was behind all of this. Parker had to believe that someone or something had pulled Milo into this life. Something happened a year ago that changed him, affected him in such a way he was never able to be the same man again. A man didn’t just go from being a strong, trust-worthy Navy SEAL one day to a secretive, immoral human being the next. Something had to have happened to influence him.
Parker wanted to get to the bottom of this mess and finally move on with her life.
Move on with Garrett.
She knew without a doubt that was where she belonged now.
Chapter Seventeen
For the next several days the team holed up in Parker and Garrett’s villa and went to work pulling as much information as they could find. The days were spent on the computer and making phone calls. The nights were spent discussing the information that was found and what they would be doing the following day.
When Brady, Austin, and Cole finally left to go back to their own villas each night, Parker and Garrett should have fallen into bed and passed out from exhaustion. But once they were finally alone, the clothes came off, and they fell into bed with thoughts other than sleep on their minds.
Some nights it was hurried and intense, others it was slow and sensual. No matter how they loved with their bodies, it was always perfect. Garrett instinctively knew every spot to touch on Parker that would cause her to sigh his name with need, and Parker unconsciously knew where to kiss and slide her tongue along Garrett’s skin that would cause his body to shudder with desire.
There was a lot they should have talked about during those nights, many things they should have admitted, but neither one was ready to put into words what they felt, and they both knew they needed to put all of their concentration into the mission. Once or twice, one of them would mention the need for them to talk and the other would remind them there would be plenty of time for that when the mission was over.
The first relevant piece of information the team came across was ten days after Garrett and Brady found out Milo had been a patron of Occidental El Embajador.
Parker informed the team about the Vice President’s use of the words girls, money, and boat, during their dinner at the palace. So far they knew a large percentage of the missing girls from the past several years were listed as employees for The Target Agency, so that took care of the girls aspect. Brady was able to find out that all of those girls had roughly the same home life as Catalina Olvera – parents who didn’t care enough to keep their children safe.
They knew from all the details they’d gathered that these girls were more than likely involved in some sort of prostitution ring. If Fernandez had anything to do with it, they were having a hard time proving anything. The matchbook from the Occidental El Embajador that Parker saw on his desk seemed to just be a coincidence. Garrett and Brady went back there to question the maid that helped them previously, and she stated that the President had never been a guest there as far as she knew.
The team was unable to find any information on the missing girls once they found out they were all runaways and listed as Target employees. There were no phone numbers or any way of contacting the girls after they left home.
The next clue they were able to uncover had to do with the boat. While Brady hacked away at his computer during the day with the rest of the team, at night he did as Garrett asked and spent the time looking into Milo’s background. Brady dug up everything he could find on the man up until he left for the Dominican on his last mission.
Brady was able to uncover that Milo’s mother put in a request for a passport three months before she left Milo and his father. On the same day, she applied for a Residence Visa to none other than the Dominican Republic. Records here in this country didn’t exist for her, however. There was no Visa application approval, court or bank records in her name, or any other piece of evidence that Milo’s mother ever made the trip she had obviously planned for.
While Brady continued his search into Milo’s mother, he found out Milo had been the proud owner of a fifty-seven foot Bayliner. That left Parker speechless for an hour and Garrett equally as stunned. If Brady hadn’t been so adept at computers, he might never have found the information. The boat was purchased several years ago under Milo’s father’s name. The only reason it came up as a red flag was because Brady ran a list of all boat registrations and bumped them up against court records. The registration for the boat had initially been filed years after Milo’s father had died. In the state of Maryland, you didn’t need to be present to register a boat; it could be done via mail, which was why the state registered a boat to a dead man. There was no record of the boat again until four years after Milo had moved to California. The boat was then re-registered in his name where he had to provide the state with the hull identification number, which worked similarly to the vehicle identification number for cars.
With the hull identification number, Brady was able to pull up all of the maintenance records for the boat. Twice a year, without fail, the boat was docked in a marina in Santo Domingo, roughly three hours from where they were currently staying, for routine maintenance. With a quick call to the marina, Brady found out the boat was currently docked. Not wanting to raise any suspicions, he hung up without asking more questions.
Parker and Garrett took the rental car and immediately began the long drive to the marina. They didn’t speak much in the car. Garrett concentrated on driving and Parker typed away on the laptop resting on her legs. They were both nervous about what they might find once they got to the boat.
Before long, Garrett was pulling the car into the marina parking lot. With a description of the boat in hand, they decided to walk along the dock to see if they could find it before asking any questions.
They walked hand-in-hand, just another couple out for a stroll to look at boats. After several minutes, Parker stopped when she came to the third Bayliner. She didn’t need to make sure it was the same length or if the hull identification number matched. She knew all she needed to by the name of the boat painted in black elegant script.
“La Meta Anna Bello,” Garrett read aloud.
“Target Annabelle?” Parker murmured questioningly as she stared at the boat.
“Or Anna, Beautiful Target,” Garrett stated.
To see her own name on the back of a boat, regardless of the translation, left a cold feeling of dread in the pit of Parker’s stomach. This was Milo’s boat― a boat Parker knew nothing about that Milo had owned for years―and at some point in time he’d put her name on it whether it had anything to do with her literally or not. It could have something to do with The Target Agency, it could have something to do with Parker personally, or it could be a combination of both. The double meaning of the name he gave the boat left Parker feeling very uneasy. She glanced nervously around the boat dock, searching for eyes that she assumed were on them, watching their every move.
Either way they looked at it, neither Parker nor Garrett could deny all signs now pointed to the fact that Milo had been in the thick of everything in regards to this mess.
Garrett looked around to see if anyone was watching them. Confident that the other individuals in the marina were otherwise occupied, he started to take a step towards the wooden ramp allowing them to board the boat.
Before he could move, he felt Parker’s hand on his arm. He stopped and turned to look at her. She slid her hand up his arm and placed it on his cheek. Garrett reached up and placed his hand over hers and held it in place, wanting to feel her touch against his skin for as long as p
ossible. Parker needed to touch Garrett to keep her grounded. Feeling his warm skin against her hand always soothed her, and right then it helped her process what was going on.
“He owned a boat,” Parker stated.
“He did,” Garrett answered softly.
“He probably put girls on that boat. Young girls who could have had bright futures if someone would have just believed in them,” Parker said sadly. “Put them on that boat and did God knows what to them.”
“Probably,” Garrett agreed with a frown as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the top of Parker’s hand.
“He did vile, illegal things on that boat and then came home to me and pretended he wanted to build a life together,” Parker said as she took a step closer to Garrett so she could feel his warmth.
“I’m sorry,” Garrett stated, reaching out to brush a piece of hair out of Parker’s eyes.
“Don’t,” Parker stopped him, placing her fingers to his lips. “It’s not your fault. I’m just angry. All that time I wasted feeling guilty, feeling like I was a bad person for wanting…”
Garrett held his breath, waiting for her to finish the sentence, hoping that she’d wanted him, wishing that everything he felt all those years wasn’t just one sided. He knew she cared about him. There was no mistaking that every single time they were alone at night. Every kiss, every touch, every moment they shared showed Garrett how much she cared. He just wanted to know it all didn't just happen because of their circumstances. He needed to believe that maybe this would have happened even if they hadn’t been on the mission together.
With a small shake of her head, Parker cleared the thought from her mind and removed her hand from his lips.
“Would it be okay if I go in there alone for a minute?” Parker asked as she nodded in the direction of the boat. “I just…I need a second to process this. And I kind of don’t want to freak you out when I start screaming profanities,” she said with a smile to ease the sting of her request.
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