Executive Protection

by Jennifer Morey

  “Drop it!” Cam’s eyes were wide with crazed uncertainty.

  Crouching, Thad slowly put his gun on the floor. He heard Mike and Sam go into the garage to intercept police. Shortly after, the kitchen filled with uniforms yelling, “Raleigh Police!”

  Thad stepped back and out of the way. While Cam was distracted with that, Thad picked up his gun and aimed. He was a good shot. He practiced a lot. It was a sport to him, one that came in handy with his work, too.

  Cam stood behind Lucy, his right arm pinning her to him, and his left hand holding the knife. Thad fired for his elbow and hit his target dead-on. Cam gave a shout and could no longer hang on to the knife. It fell to the floor.

  Lucy took the opportunity and twisted free of Cam and ran to Thad. He wrapped his arm around her. Police rushed forward and Cam was thrust to the floor and handcuffed. He’d receive medical attention and be taken to jail. Cam glared at Thad as he was being cuffed. All the policemen here knew Thad, and Mike and Sam had probably informed them he was in here. Any other man, they’d have gotten him under control at gunpoint. But in this case, Cam was the only one on the floor. Thad saw the menace directed at him and only felt victory. He’d saved Lucy. He’d gotten here in time. Even without Mike and Sam, the first place he’d have come was Cam’s house. He may have had to fight harder and longer, but the end result would have been the same.

  Lucy rested her head on Thad’s shoulder and watched Cam’s arrest, safe and secure against him. He tightened his hold, giving her the comfort she needed and letting Cam know she was more to him than his mother’s nurse.

  While police patted him down, Cam glared harder at Thad. Lucy’s obvious welcome of Thad’s embrace left no doubt who she preferred and Cam’s sick mind couldn’t accept that. Lucy belonged to Thad.

  * * *

  Leaning back, Lucy put her hands on his chest and looked up at him, staying close in the wake of her ordeal. It stirred primitive male instincts that made him keep her against him.

  “Are you all right?” he asked to be sure.

  She nodded in the safety of his arms. “How did you find me?”

  He told her about Mike and guided her toward the garage. Outside, Sam and Mike waited. Lucy went to Mike first, wrapping her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you.”

  Wearing an awkward grin, he mumbled, “You’re welcome,” and stepped back.

  “Sam,” she said.

  “I just came along for the ride.”

  Lucy laughed a little and hugged him anyway. Then she moved back to Thad’s side, her arm going along his back. He held her beside him, struggling with how warm she made him feel.

  Chapter 13

  Tracking down Jaden had been easy. Mike had, indeed, been stealthy in following him to Cam’s house. The special ops soldier had managed to remain unseen. Thad had found an unsuspecting Jaden at his home. His car was in the driveway and lights were on inside the house. Jaden hadn’t known he’d been followed, wasn’t aware Cam had been arrested or that he’d been caught tampering with the security at Kate’s estate. So desperate for money, Jaden hadn’t taken into consideration that Thad had seen him at Cam’s house. He may know Cam, but he wasn’t the one who’d planned to hold Lucy captive. He’d thought he could get away with his part in the crime.

  With a team of agents that Todd had assembled standing by in cars parked out of sight, Thad knocked on Jaden’s door. Todd had agreed to help instead of excluding him in Jaden’s arrest. He’d told him that Jaden had deceived the gatehouse guard and relieved him for the night. Todd’s team spirit convinced Thad he was one of the good guys, and a good man to have on his mother’s security detail.

  Jaden answered the door with a look of perplexity.

  “You and I need to talk,” Thad said.

  After searching the front of the house, Jaden didn’t resist when Thad pushed the door open wider and stepped inside the newer home he’d rented after his wife had kicked him out. Sparsely furnished and nothing on the walls, only a chair and a TV decorated the small living room. An overhead light hung in the middle of the room, blinding in its brightness. There was no dining table and the overhead light was on in there, too.

  “What brings you here at this hour?” Jaden asked.

  Thad couldn’t decide which question to ask first. He wanted to keep Cam’s arrest secret for now.

  “How much do you know about my mother’s shooting?” With Jaden’s cautious look, Thad said, “You’re a member of her security detail. They keep you abreast of any progress made in the investigation, don’t they?”

  Jaden eyed him a bit longer. He must know there was a reason Thad was here. He was concerned about why but not concerned enough. “They told us the shooter is still at large. I’m not involved in the investigation. Why are you asking me about that?”

  “Do you know who the shooter is?” Thad asked, more of a taunt than a question.

  Jaden’s brow twitched with intensifying confusion...and worry. “Why would I?”

  The guilty ones always got nervous. “Leaving a window unlocked and then the side door... It’s almost as though you were trying to let someone in.” The slight blanch of Jaden’s face revealed enough. He hadn’t anticipated being seen at the side door.

  “Why did you do it?” Thad asked.

  “That’s what you came here to ask?”

  “Why did you unlock the door?” Thad demanded.

  Jaden held his silence. But after a few seconds, he said, “You can’t prove I did anything.”

  Thad reached into his front pocket to show Jaden the USB device. “Actually, I can.”

  Looking from the jump drive to Thad’s face, Jaden’s nervousness became palpable. Now his concern mounted.

  “How did you get the guard to leave the gate?” Thad asked.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I left the estate and came straight here.”

  Liar. “Why did you unlock the door?”

  “I didn’t mean to. I was checking it. If I unlocked it, I didn’t mean to.”

  “Who do you think you’re talking to?” Thad was an experienced crime scene investigator. The reminder of that registered with Jaden.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose,” Jaden insisted.

  “What about the gatehouse guard?”

  “What about him?”

  “He said you let him go for the night.”

  “He’s lying.”

  Thad angled his head to show his disbelief.

  Jaden said nothing, but he had to know he was caught by now.

  Thad walked into the living room, going to the back of the sofa and facing Jaden again. “I know you’re having trouble at home. Your wife is leaving you and you’re close to bankruptcy.”

  Jaden faced him but didn’t move farther into the room. “Digging into my personal life?”

  “Did you do it for money?” Thad asked.

  Jaden had no reply for that.

  “How much did Cam pay you to kidnap Lucy?” Thad dropped the magical question. He watched Jaden process how Thad might have come to learn of this.

  “I saw you at Cam’s house, remember?” Thad helped him.

  Jaden started to back toward the door.

  “I wouldn’t go out there if I were you.”

  Pausing, he looked toward the window, and then went there. When he saw nothing outside, he looked back at Thad.

  “Mike Harris saw you leaving the estate with Lucy tonight.”

  Jaden turned from the window, his skin pale. After a long, desperate moment, he said, “I’ll tell you where she is.” He realized the trouble he was in and thought he could bargain his way out of it. Or attempt to.

  Thad wasn’t ready to reveal that Lucy was safe. “Why did you leave the side door unlocked?”

  “I told
you, I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “Was leaving the window unlocked an accident, too? And what about the security system? Did you accidentally shut that off?” The man had to know he’d get nowhere denying his guilt.

  Jaden’s jaw clenched and released in his tension. “I’ll tell you where Lucy is. Just let me go.”

  So he could run from the law? Thad wasn’t that kind of cop. And this was too personal to be lenient. “I need a few more questions answered.”

  “Okay.” Jaden looked hopeful that if he answered his questions Thad might let him go.

  “Cam paid you to bring him Lucy,” Thad said. “Did he also pay you to kidnap Sophie?”

  “No. Cam approached me after Lucy moved in at the estate. I didn’t know about Sophie’s kidnapping.”

  Thad could see and hear the truth in that reply. Jaden hadn’t been involved in Sophie’s kidnapping, only Lucy’s. That meant someone other than Jaden was behind this. Jaden was another dead end. Cam must have discovered Jaden’s situation—that he needed money—and made him a proposition. Could Cam be the shooter? Thad didn’t see how. He’d been busy holding Lucy prisoner. He hadn’t gone to break in to the estate.

  “Who did you leave the door open for?” Thad asked.

  “I keep telling you—”

  “You keep telling me a lie!” Thad roared.

  Jaden met Thad’s eyes and didn’t budge.

  “Who else is paying you?” Thad asked in a calmer tone.

  “No one. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know who kidnapped the little girl and I didn’t leave any door unlocked.”

  The first might be true but Jaden did leave the door unlocked. Thad realized he could ask a hundred times and Jaden wouldn’t give in. He seemed too afraid to. He wasn’t afraid to talk about Lucy, but the door was another matter.

  Maybe the police would have better luck. Thad headed for the door.

  “Don’t you want to know where Lucy is?” Jaden asked.

  With a glance behind him, Thad opened the door and held up his hand to signal the agents.

  “What are you doing?” Jaden asked.

  Thad moved out of the way as agents burst into the house. Jaden tried to escape out the back, but there were agents there waiting. Now he’d understand that Thad had already known where Lucy was and Cam hadn’t gotten away with what he’d planned.

  * * *

  That Friday, Lucy yawned as they neared Carova. They’d gotten a late start. It was dinnertime and she was starving. Thad must have read her mind...or gotten tired of Sophie repeatedly asking if they were there yet from the backseat of the car. He turned into the parking lot of an Irish pub. It was on the way and a convenient stop.

  Beneath soft lighting, the hostess led them over rugged wood floors and through a maze of heavy wood tables. The wood chairs had green cushions on them. Clovers decorated the walls between historical pictures of the town.

  Sophie took hold of Lucy’s hand as they walked to their table. A young couple saw them, the woman smiling fondly as she took in the trio. They looked like a real family. With her light brown hair and golden-brown eyes, Sophie could pass as Thad’s daughter. Lucy’s hair was darker and she had green eyes, but people would think she’d taken after her daddy.

  Thad put his hand on Lucy’s lower back to guide her ahead of him, the gesture intimate. Daddy loved Sophie’s mommy.

  If only it were true...

  They sat at a booth with Lucy and Sophie on one side and Thad on the other. An elderly woman sitting with her husband smiled over at them, adoring them as the other woman had.

  “We must look like we’re a family,” she couldn’t resist saying, knowing Thad would struggle with it.

  He glanced around and saw the elderly woman give him a nod of greeting. He awkwardly nodded back, then sent Lucy an unappreciative frown.

  She laughed a little.

  “What’s funny?” Sophie asked, pausing in her drawing. The pub had a kids coloring page.

  “Nothing.” She lifted the menu and began to read. “What do you like to eat, Sophie?”

  “Um...” Her young eyes lifted as she thought. “I want...mac ’n’ cheese with French fries.”

  “Okay, you got it. The culinary delight of mac ’n’ cheese and fries coming right up.” She looked at Thad, who noticed her playfulness and a flicker of a grin almost emerged.

  “What can I get for you?” a waitress asked. She was young and short with beautiful, bright blue eyes and hair in a bob much like Sophie’s, the same color, too.

  Something about her struck Lucy as familiar. She couldn’t place her, though. She’d never been to this pub before and didn’t know anyone in the area.

  “You’re Thad Winston, aren’t you?” the elderly woman’s husband asked, interrupting their order.

  Thad looked over. “Yes.”

  “We heard about your mother. How is she doing?”

  “Much better, thanks for asking.”

  “That’s good. Did they catch her shooter?”

  “No, not yet. But I’m sure we will.”

  The man missed Thad’s inclusion of himself in the investigation. “Damn crazies out there. Kate Winston would make a fine president. She’s got our vote.”

  “Thanks, I’ll be sure to tell her.”

  That seemed to please the old man immeasurably. He didn’t interfere any further.

  “You’re Kate Winston’s son?” the waitress asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Wow. We have a celebrity in the house.” She beamed a smile.

  “I wouldn’t go that far. I’m just her son,” Thad said.

  Lucy had never thought of him as a celebrity. He was humble and down-to-earth. A sports fan and a cop.

  “What can I get you folks?” the waitress asked.

  “Mac ’n’ cheese!” Sophie burst out.

  “With fries,” Lucy added.

  The waitress wrote the order down and Lucy ordered a hamburger. Thad asked for the same. It was French fry night.

  The waitress walked away, going over to the kitchen where an older man stood. A little taller than average in height, he had graying dark brown hair and a ruddy complexion, he resembled the girl in certain ways. Lucy wondered if they were related.

  “Does she look familiar to you?” Lucy asked Thad.

  He looked where her gaze was fixed and then turned back to her. “No. Why?”

  “She seems familiar to me.” She watched as the man grew surly with the waitress. He looked over at her and Thad.

  “That man recognizes us.” She watched him exchange words with the waitress, who seemed taken aback and then argued with whatever he’d said.

  Thad looked at the waitress and the man again. “Really?”

  Lucy didn’t have to answer. The man came over to their table.

  “Thad Winston, are you?” he said. Animosity hung in his tone. He struggled to control it.

  What was this all about?

  “Yes,” Thad said. “I’m sorry, you have me at a disadvantage. I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

  “You may not know me, but I know you. I told my granddaughter not to serve you. I’ll send someone else over. Unless you’d like to go somewhere else?”

  “I don’t understand. Why won’t you let your granddaughter wait on us?” Thad asked.

  “Name’s Patrick O’Hara. That’s my granddaughter Shelby. She’s too precious for the likes of you.”

  “Why are you so angry?” Lucy asked. “Shelby looked familiar to me when she came to our table. I may have seen her or met her before.”

  “You tell Kate Winston I won’t be voting for her.” With that, Patrick O’Hara, who probably owned the pub, stormed away.

  “What was that all abou
t?” Lucy asked.

  “Must not like my mother,” Thad said.

  “Maybe we should go somewhere else,” Lucy said.

  “Is that man going to spit in our food?” Sophie asked with the frankness only a child could get away with.

  “We’ll go somewhere else.” Thad stood up. “In fact, we’re close enough to the beach house. Why don’t we pick something up at the store and make it there?”

  “Okay.”

  “No,” Sophie complained. “I’m hungry.”

  “We’ll feed you,” Lucy said. “Come on.”

  “No. I don’t want to go.”

  “If we go to the store we can get ice cream,” Thad said.

  That smoothed the child’s defiant face. “Can I still have mac ’n’ cheese?”

  “Of course you can,” Thad answered.

  Sophie scooted out of the booth with Lucy.

  Lucy saw how Patrick and Shelby watched them, Patrick appearing satisfied they were leaving and Shelby looking from him to the three of them, clearly not understanding why Patrick had displayed so much anger toward them.

  * * *

  Lucy got out of the rental Jeep Grand Cherokee Thad had driven here and had to just stand and admire the beach house. It was a stunning piece of architecture. She hadn’t expected anything less, but the beauty of this place was remarkable. Made of stone trimmed in white, it was three levels with a fanning stone staircase leading to the entrance on the second level. And it was quiet. Only wind and waves had greeted them.

  Thad handed her a grocery bag with a grin. She took it and turned her attention to another bag in the back of the Jeep. Sophie carried her stuffed puppy and walked with her behind Thad to the front door. Lucy looked back and to the side of the house. Five horses grazed on patches of tall grass about a hundred yards from here. There were other houses, but they were far away. The Winston family must own a good chunk of land to keep the development at bay and the views pristine.

  Lucy stepped into the entry, white and dark wood stairs to the left leading both up and down and straight ahead she saw a wide, open room with shining dark wood floors and soft yellow walls. Neutral red-, yellow-and green-striped chairs and a huge brown leather sectional were positioned before a panel of white-trimmed windows.