Chapter 8
"Houston, we're supposed to work together, okay? Don't forget we're out there and try to take the guy down all by yourself. All you have to do is go in and give us a heads up when you lay eyes on him." Hoyt adjusted the wire on Houston's chest as he went over the rules for the third time.
"Hoyt, I heard you the first two times you said it." Matt buttoned up his shirt.
"I found it!" CJ came bounding down the stairs to the gym. "I found the connection between Theresa Saunders and the Medinas!" She missed the last step and started to fall but Houston reached out, caught her, and put her back on her feet. "Thanks. Now, here it is: Theresa Saunders maiden name was Mercado. It turns out that her mother was a Medina before she married Antonio Mercado."
"Well, that does explain the connection, but why kidnap the girl? She's family." Houston looked at Hoyt. "And why kill Theresa. If they were trying for leverage against her, they had it by taking the girl. Dead, Theresa is of no use to them."
"Maybe they're using her for leverage on another family member?" Uncle Roy suggested.
"You know, there is a third Medina brother. He's not in the family business, and doesn't have any dealings with them at all. He's an executive with the MedPharma Group. Why didn't I think of this when …" Hoyt just shook his head. "They must be trying to get a direct pipeline from the pharmaceutical company straight to them. Discount drugs, so to speak."
"Probably because you've got your mind on about a dozen other cases, Michael." CJ patted him on the shoulder.
"Okay, so now we know why she's been kidnapped more than likely. Let's see if we can find her and get her away from these scumbags." Houston checked his pistol and headed up the stairs.
