Silent Pursuit

by Lynette Eason

  Regret filled him. “I’m sorry I was so late. I should have been there to…”

  “It’s all right.” She stood. “But now, I’m going back to the house to see what I missed—and what damage those goons no doubt did to it. Mario willed it to me, you know. I was his beneficiary for his estate. Everything.”

  “He didn’t have any other family?”

  “Just a mother out there somewhere. He hadn’t seen or talked to her in years. He finally decided she was dead.”

  “That’s a shame.”

  “I know.”

  Ian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You know, they may have found what they wanted back at the house. If they found it, you may be safe and they won’t have any reason to come after you again.”

  She looked up at him, then said slowly, “Or they found it, think I know about it and will want to make sure I don’t live to tell anyone about it.”

  Ian blew out a breath. He’d thought about that but hadn’t wanted to mention it.

  But Gina had already analyzed this from every possible angle and come up with some of her own answers.

  He stood and pulled a pair of shoes from the bag Jase had brought. Handing them to her, he said, “They look a little big, but I guess they’re better than nothing. Come on—let’s go see what we can find out.”

  Going back to the beach house was fine, but Ian wasn’t going back blind. Grabbing his phone, he punched in Jase’s number. “Hey, you offered to help, so I’m going to take you up on it. I need you to do one more thing for me.”

  They drove in silence, Gina keeping her eyes on the rearview mirror and the road behind them, although she couldn’t see much in the early morning darkness. “Do you think this is a good idea?”

  “Probably not, but I think it’s our only option right now. As much as Mario loved that house, it’s probably where he’d stash something important.”

  “You knew him so well. He loved you like a brother. How could you…” She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence that had his fingers curling around the steering wheel and turning his knuckles white.

  “Gina…”

  “Why’d you leave, Ian? I mean, I know people transfer to other units for reasons like Jase’s, but what was your reason? No one understood why you requested the transfer. And Robbie Stillman.” She grimaced. “No one liked him. He was always such a jerk. If you just could have given them a reason…” she blurted out. There. She’d finally asked the question that had been burning in her mind for the past two years. The question not even Mario had been able to answer.

  Silence greeted her. Just when she thought he wasn’t going to answer, he sighed. “It was a really personal issue I was struggling with, Gina. Maybe one day I’ll share it with you, all right?”

  She stared at him, catching the inner agony of his blue eyes before he turned them back to the road. “All right. I guess I have to accept that…for now.”

  “Thanks.” And he said no more. The silence in the car draped as heavy as the flag over Mario’s coffin. Gina shifted in her seat, uncomfortable, worried about what they’d find back at the beach house, yet she couldn’t deny the relief she felt at having Ian at her side.

  “Why don’t you lean that seat back and shut your eyes for a while?”

  “I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I can’t believe I actually slept at all last night.” It hadn’t been a deep, restful sleep, but she’d definitely dozed.

  “You were tired and you’ve had a huge shock, mentally and physically. Sometimes our bodies have to override our brains.”

  “I guess.”

  “I asked Jase to go ahead of us and check out the house.”

  Her nerves stood on end. “First the hotel, now this. I told you Mario didn’t trust his unit.”

  “I know, but like I said, Jase isn’t part of that unit anymore, and the only way we’re going to figure out what Mario was involved in is to talk to the guys who were the last ones to see him alive.”

  Biting her lip, Gina looked away, wondering how to say what she was thinking.

  “What?” his tone sharpened as he caught the look on her face. “What is it?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You don’t lie well, Gina. What is it?”

  “I just…” She blew out a sigh.

  “I think I know what you’re trying to say.”

  “You do?”

  He squeezed the steering wheel again. “Yeah. You don’t think any of the guys in the unit will talk to me about Mario because they consider me something akin to a traitor, right?”

  Gina blinked against the resurgence of tears and whispered, “Something like that. Although Jase seemed okay with you.”

  Another moment of silence passed as he concentrated on his driving. Then he said, “I never betrayed anyone by leaving, Gina. Contrary to popular belief, my leaving probably saved the unit.”

  “How?”

  His jaw tightened. “It’s not important. What’s important is that we figure out what Mario was involved in and what led someone to come after you six months after his death. If the guys won’t talk to me, maybe they’ll eventually open up and talk to Jase. I’m going to have to trust him until he proves otherwise.”

  “So, what are we going to do?”

  He shot her a look. “Bait the trap.”

  Ian made several phone calls on the way back to the beach house; however, he made sure no one knew where they were going. Using the encrypted phone Jase had supplied, Ian didn’t worry about anyone tracing his calls.

  At first, Gina listened in; then Ian watched her lids grow heavier and heavier, the restless night taking its toll. Finally, they shut for good and he could see her even breathing indicating sleep had won.

  He glanced at the clock: 5:30 in the morning on what would be a cold but bright, sunny day. Right now the temperature hovered in the low thirties. Gina’s questions still pounded at him. When he’d said his leaving probably saved the unit, he hadn’t been exaggerating. Mario knew how Ian felt about Gina simply because Mario had a reputation for playing the women. And Ian called him on it.

  After a mission several years ago, they’d all been out celebrating, and Mario had started responding to a woman’s flirtatious advances. Ian walked up and asked him, “Is Gina so easy to forget?”

  Mario took a swing, which Ian dodged, then hauled his friend out of the restaurant. Out on the sidewalk, Mario narrowed his eyes. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

  Stunned, Ian hadn’t responded at first. Mario had taunted him. “I see the way you look at her. How your eyes follow her every move. Admit it.”

  In silence and without responding, Ian had clenched his jaw and his fist—and walked away. For good. His transfer request went through without a problem, and within two weeks he was part of another unit.

  Forcing his thoughts from the past, he dialed Jase’s number once more. His buddy answered on the first ring. “Where are you?”

  “About ten minutes out. What’s it look like?” Ian kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb Gina.

  “Clear for now. Because of Gina’s worries, I came to check it out myself instead of finding someone from the unit. The house is a mess, though. They’re looking for something.”

  “Has anyone noticed and reported it to the police yet?”

  “Not that I can tell. It’s pretty isolated out here. Mario liked it that way.”

  Ian hesitated. “Are you willing to keep helping me out a little more on this, Jase?”

  Silence on the line.

  “Jase?”

  “Whatever it takes to keep Gina safe. She didn’t deserve to lose Mario the way she did. She’s still one of our own.” A pause, then, “So, yeah. I’ll do whatever I can to help her.”

  “What about me? Do you think I betrayed the unit by leaving?”

  More silence. “You could have told us why you were leaving. Maybe we could have worked something out.”

  “Mario knew.”

  Jase grunted. “He didn’t
share.”

  Ian didn’t think he had. “Yeah.”

  “Right. See you in a few.”

  Ian put his own phone away, thinking. He trusted Jase, but it was quite possible Mario hadn’t. Or was it that he hadn’t trusted the unit as a whole? Or maybe he had suspicions about one particular person, but no proof, so he had to isolate himself from everyone until he figured it out?

  That was probably it. He knew someone was bad but didn’t know which someone. What information had he come across to make him suspicious of one of his team members? What had he seen or been told?

  And now Mario was dead. Blown away on a routine training exercise. Not that accidents didn’t happen on occasion, but…

  Hands down, Ian was willing to bet Mario had trusted the wrong person. None of his paranoia about whom he could trust had paid off. He’d died anyway. Possibly killed by one of his own.

  The question was—who?

  The possibilities were endless.

  And Jase had been a member of that unit.

  Now Ian second-guessed himself. Had he made a mistake in trusting Jase? Surely not. The man had saved his life on more than one occasion. Had saved Mario’s, too. Although he could be a prankster upon occasion, he was definitely a dedicated professional when the situation called for it.

  And then there was no more time to dwell on it. The turnoff for the beach house came into view, and Ian swung onto the little side road.

  The driveway needed repaving. Gina jerked awake just as Ian decided to cut a path around to the back of the house and park right at the back door. Jase had assured him the area was clear, but it never hurt to be prepared to leave fast.

  “We’re here.”

  She blinked up at him, sleep fading and reality returning—along with remembered fear. His heart thudded as he resisted the urge to grab her up in his arms right that very minute and promise nothing would ever hurt her again.

  Not a promise he could make. Waves crashing against the shore pounded his ears. That special Christmastime ocean smell filled his nose, and he breathed deeply while his eyes probed the dark shadows. Uneasiness trembled through him.

  Too many places to hide.

  Too many possible dangers could be lurking nearby.

  Keeping an eye on the surrounding area, he walked around to the other side of the vehicle and opened Gina’s door for her.

  From the corner of his eye he registered movement at the left side of the house.

  He shoved Gina back against the seat, ignoring her startled gasp of protest. He slammed the door and grabbed for his gun in one smooth movement.

  FOUR

  Heart pounding, Gina froze. What should she do? What had Ian seen? From her scrunched position, which had her halfway over in the driver’s seat, she could see the top of Ian’s head through the window. He’d pushed her back into the car and left himself open. Had her attackers returned to wait for her?

  Scooting fully into the driver’s seat, she cranked the car and hit the headlights, illuminating the area in front of her. If they had to leave fast, she wanted Ian to be able to jump into the car immediately. She could see a figure on the fringes of the light. He waved a hand and looked like he said something.

  Ian holstered his gun as the man came toward him.

  Now she recognized him.

  Jase.

  Relief sucked the breath from her. She pushed the door open, gave a shiver as cold wind buffeted the car and climbed out in time to hear Ian say, “Man, you should give a guy some warning before coming out of the shadows like that. I could’ve shot you.”

  Jase barked a short laugh. “Not you.”

  “I thought you were gone, and when I saw someone moving around out here…”

  The man shrugged. “Thought I’d make sure there wasn’t anything that was going to jump out and scare you when you got here.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  A ghost of a smile crossed Jase’s face. “From what I can tell, it’s clean. I went inside and looked around a bit, but didn’t want to disturb too much in case you wanted a forensics team to come out here and see what they could find. The rest of the time I’ve been watching. There’s been no movement, nothing. There’s no one here.”

  “Great. Thanks. What else?”

  “I made some phone calls.”

  “To whom?” Gina blurted as she rounded the car to stand near the two men.

  Ian took her arm and said, “Let’s get inside. I don’t like you being out in the open like this.”

  She knew Ian just meant to guide her inside; he had no idea that the warmth of his hand through her flimsy sweater sleeve burned like a branding iron. Fire zinged along her nerve endings, and the initial attraction she’d felt for him earlier returned full force.

  Shivering at another gust of freezing wind, she pulled away and headed for the door of the house. “I don’t have a key.” She’d left the ring on the end table along with her purse, having had no time to grab them before her flight from the house. Nor her coat. She reminded herself to get that before they left.

  She reached for the knob just to see.

  It twisted under her palm, and alarm zipped through her.

  She stepped back—right into Ian’s chest. His hands came up to rest on her goose-pimpled shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s unlocked.”

  She looked at Jase, who nodded. “Just to be on the cautious side, I climbed in the window you left open when you ran. There really wasn’t any need, though. The guys were gone and didn’t bother to lock the door when they left.”

  Gina wilted with relief as Ian grunted, “I’m surprised they closed it.”

  They entered the small foyer and Jase shut the door behind them. Destruction greeted her weary eyes. From the left to the right, debris had been strewn. Her purse had been dumped, but nothing appeared to be missing.

  She walked into the den and felt despair sweep through her. Sighing, she said, “I had the door locked last night.” She turned and looked at Ian. “I thought you would be here any minute but couldn’t bring myself to leave it unlocked. Not after what happened the week before.” She shuddered at the remembered terror of walking into her house and being threatened. She nodded to the door they’d just entered. “I heard the door squeak and for a brief moment, I thought it was you, then remembered I’d locked it.” She gave a self-deprecating smile as she took in the chaos once more. “Guess a flimsy little lock like that wasn’t going to keep them out, huh?” Her fingers worried the golden locket, still securely fastened around her neck.

  Ian’s hand came up and snagged hers, stilling the nervous habit. “Don’t worry about it now. In the future we’ll take more precautions.”

  We. She liked the sound of that. Perhaps too much.

  Gina pulled her hand from his and laced her fingers together in front of her. “All right.” She sighed. “I suppose the next step is to go through the house and figure out what they were looking for.”

  Jase gave her a look. “What about the police?”

  “No, thanks. There’s nothing they can do. These guys go higher than the police. And Mario specifically said not to go to them.” She rubbed her weary eyes. “I just want to go through everything and see if anything looks—” she spread her hands, palms up, and shrugged “—whatever…suspicious? I don’t know. I’m just praying I’ll know it when I see it. I’m going to change into some warmer clothes, then get started.”

  Jase and Ian exchanged a look, then split up to help search.

  Two hours later Ian slid another book on the shelf as Jason entered the study. “I need to talk to you about something.”

  Turning, fatigue gripping him, Ian dusted his hands against his jeans and looked at the man he’d once called friend. “What?”

  Gina slipped into the room and sat behind the desk. Jase shot a pointed look in her direction and raised a brow at Ian. Ian looked at her and sighed. “You can talk in front of her. Whatever you know, she needs to know, too. These guys aren’t playing aro
und. Tell us what you found out.”

  Gina’s appreciative glance warmed him even as he worried about what Jase had to say and how it might affect her.

  Jason hesitated, then said, “I talked to several guys in the unit. Everyone is still together except you, me, Mario, Bandit and Les.” Les Carson had been one of the team, a Ranger who’d taken a liking to Mario and had been one of Mario’s best buds. As had Bandit McGuire.

  “Where’s Les?”

  Jase rubbed his face and shut his eyes for a brief moment. “Dead. The official report says he was killed on a mission.”

  “The unofficial report?”

  “He was arrested for treason and managed to hang himself in his cell.”

  Ian flinched. He hadn’t heard this. How had he not known this? He looked back at Jase. Of course, the team would have covered for him to save his family from both the humiliation of having a traitor in the family and possible retaliation from those with a grudge against a man who would betray not just his country but also his team.

  “What about Bandit?”

  A shrug. “No one seems to know. He dropped off the edge of the earth about a year ago. If anyone knows where he is, no one’s talking. Not even to me. He’s either so deep undercover he’ll never surface or he’s dead and no one’s talking about that either. I asked Mac about him and got shut up fast.”

  “And is Robbie Stillman still with Mac?”

  “Yes. He took your place.”

  “That’s what I heard.”

  “He’s all right, I guess. Not the friendliest guy around but does a good job. I’d trust him with my back. Seems like he’s got a lot of personal problems, though.”

  “Why are you helping us?” Ian stared hard at Jase, demanding a truthful answer, remembering his worry that he was trusting the wrong person.

  Gina watched them from her seat behind the desk, quiet, almost invisible. Ian hadn’t forgotten her presence, though.

  Jason paced from one end of the den to the next. “When you called me, I wasn’t sure if I should get involved.”

  “Again—why?”

  “Because you and Mario were close, like brothers. Then you disappeared. And then Mario’s behavior right before he died…It was so off.”