Staring at the ceiling was getting Cowboy nowhere. However, sleeping wasn't an option either - not with her still missing. He'd gotten a couple of hours rest out of pure exhaustion, but now his sleep was filled with nightmarish phantoms of Miley and the thousands of ways Loran could be hurting her. Realizing sleeping was a lost cause, he got up and took a shower. Throwing on some clothes, he went into the living room which had become a makeshift headquarters. Olivia was in the kitchen, putting together breakfast while Bruiser, Finch, and Railroad talked low among themselves. He raised an eyebrow in surprise to see Digger on the sofa with two laptops open in front of him.

"When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago. Figured I could do more good here than there," he grunted. Looking up he remarked, "You look like shit."

"Thanks." Cowboy dropped into a chair and thrust his face into his hands. "Any news?"

"A little," Bruiser answered. "Tex has the search area narrowed down to about a hundred square miles. He said something about waiting for a satellite to be in position." He stood and refilled his coffee cup. "I'm waiting on Hick and Toad to get here so as soon as we have confirmation, we head out. Was trying to let you get some rest." He handed another cup to Cowboy before sitting back at the table.

Cowboy sipped the hot brew. "Couldn't sleep."

He looked up as Livy came to a stop beside him. Her face was drawn as she handed a plate of food to him. Her hands shook, and he took it from her before she dropped it altogether. "Cowboy, I'm sorry. I let you down. If I hadn't left her there..."

"It's not your fault, Livy. It happened. There's nothing you could have done."

"But--"

Cowboy stopped her. "No, Livy, it's not your fault. Please stop beating yourself up over this."

Bruiser put his arms around her and turned her away. "I told you, he's not going to blame you so you shouldn't blame yourself. This bastard had it in his mind to get her. It's not your fault. We'll get her back." He gently kissed her cheek.

Cowboy didn't blame the ladies; they had done everything right. They stuck together, keeping in groups whenever possible. Miley was abducted while at work when she was away from them. It wasn't their fault. He was angry at Wolf at first, but then he learned Wolf had arranged for another SEAL team to help keep an eye on things while he was gone. Miley had the day off and was having a sleep-over. Loki, the SEAL who was supposed to be watching them, had gotten to the house right after Livy and Miley left. He had no way of knowing his charge was gone. However, once he realized she had been taken, he immediately contacted Dixon and the authorities. If not for that, it may have been several more hours before they knew she was gone.

"Gotcha," Digger muttered.

Cowboy jumped to his feet and hurried to the sofa, his breakfast forgotten. "You found her?" He could hear the hope in his voice.

"I don't know where she is right now, but I think I found where she's heading to," Digger told him.

"Explain?" Railroad peered over Digger's shoulder at the screen.

"Spending habits." Digger pulled up an invoice and pointed at it. "Loran Hoxha has very particular tastes. Cowboy, you said something on the phone last night about him looking like a peacock trying to be a rancher. So, I did a little digging into things that were purchased for the Double H Ranch. I backtracked a few trails until I found a place that makes exotic animal skin boots. Being raised on a ranch myself, I know boots are functional. You step in all kinds of crap, literally. Nobody who actively works with horses is going to wear handmade Nile crocodile boots unless they either have no clue or don't care. Same goes for $400 jeans and so on. One company out of Italy supplied both to the Double H. I got into their order files, and found an order placed three days ago for the same size to be delivered to an address outside Salt Lake City."

"That's got to be him," Cowboy clapped him on the back. "Good job, Digger," he grinned.

Digger nodded but continued to type on the keyboard. "I'll contact Tex and see if he can get a sat image on the area. I know the tracker still shows her in the mountains, but it needs to be checked in case something happened to it. They could already be there." He punched a button on his Bluetooth earpiece. "Call Tex," he called out to his electronic assistant.

With a renewed sense of hope, Cowboy's appetite returned. He barely finished before Livy appeared, took the dishes and washed them. He wanted to say something to assuage her guilt but knew she wouldn't listen. According to the ladies, Livy and Miley had become very close. Once Miley was home, and Livy could see she was safe, things would be better. At least, that's what he hoped.

He stood to get his go bag together but was stopped by Digger's comment into the cell phone. "Yeah, let me put you on speaker."

Tex's voice filled the room. "Okay, here's the thing. The location in Salt Lake is empty according to recent satellite images. There's a house and a couple of buildings, but nothing has moved in a couple of weeks. No current heat signatures. That tells me they're probably still in the mountains. I've managed to tweak the reception and have narrowed the search area to a relatively small area of about twenty square miles. That includes six cabins and who knows how many caves. Given what we know about Hoxha's comfort level, I think the cabins are a more likely choice. Two cabins have heat signatures, that's where I would start."

"Thanks, Tex," Cowboy said.

"Welcome. I'll stay on this and let you know if I have anything else."

The line went dead, and Cowboy noticed that Hick and Toad had arrived while Tex was on the phone. "Everyone get your gear," Bruiser barked. "We're out of here in ten."

"Uh, guys," Digger got their attention.

"What is it?" Bruiser asked.

"Good news and bad. Good news, I know where she is. Bad news...she's about to have company. And not good company at that."

Cowboy felt a shiver of dread run down his back. "How do you know?"

Digger lifted an eyebrow smugly. "Information is my thing, and since hooking up with Tex, he's taught me a few new tricks on how he moves through the dark web. I set up an algorithm to look for certain words and it led me to a chat room Bushati used to coordinate movements. The room was deleted but I was able to retrieve pieces of the chat that I ran through a translator." He threw his hand up to stop the protests that were surely about to fly. "Don't worry, I covered my tracks. Nobody will know I was ever here - it's the digital equivalent of rummaging through a trashcan on the curb. Besides, finding Miley is our first priority. The FBI probably already know about the chatter but it could be days before they act, and by then it could be too late." He pointed to the screen and glanced up at Bruiser. "Look at this."

"Shit," the big man muttered. "That's going to be a problem."