Page 89 of Ash Storm

“Is that …” Her mouth was suddenly dry, the two fajitas she’d eaten rolling around inside her belly. “Is that where Chloe is?”

And even though Ash didn’t look in her direction, she could feel his strong, solid presence next to her.

Lending me his strength.

“We rattled him enough to get him to leave Turkey,” Griffin said. “That means something. But we can’t assume he was in the jet, and we can’t waste time running off to Wiltshire if he isn’t.”

“We need to get satellite imagery on that estate,” Rogue said.

“Can you do that?” Slate asked.

“Not by myself. I’m going to need some help.”

Reka took a deep breath.

“My uncle can help.”

A long instance of silence met her words, and she got the feeling they still didn’t know who her uncle was.

Even though they work together.

“How can he help?” Griffin asked.

“It’s complicated,” Thorne said.

Reka ignored him.

“My uncle advises the president.”

“The president?” Ash asked quietly. “As in, the president of the United States?”