by Jordan Dane
“Have you been able to trace the video upload?” He clenched his teeth and waited for her answer.
“Not yet. There’s no guaranty we can trace it to a source, and they may be working through someone else. Chasing down all these angles will take time.”
“Time we don’t have. There’s a hurricane bearing down on Alexa and her team.” He slumped into his desk chair and swiveled as he thought. “I’ve been following the media on their Haiti coverage. The attack doesn’t have the feel of al-Qaeda, yet that’s what the talking heads are speculating. I think the authorities are being misled.”
Tanya took a seat in front of him. “You have any ideas on who’s behind this?”
“Not yet. But I think this video could lead us there. Kinkaid told Alexa that these bastards carried high-tech gear. GPS units, laptops, the works.” He took a deep breath and stared across the room.
“They probably had cell phones that used the Internet, too. Those are not easy to trace,” she added. “A person could have a New York City phone number, but calls made to that number would get routed through the Internet. Anyone with online access could use it. Chasing all this down takes time and manpower.”
After a long moment, he brought up another idea. “What if I got you more help, someone who had mad skills when it comes to the computer? I have a feeling that discovering the source of this video will be vital. It might be worth a shot.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Although I’m not sure I like bringing in someone from the outside, I have confidence in your judgment. You trust this person?”
“You know me. Trust doesn’t come easy.” He grinned. “Let’s just say in the trust department, he’d come highly recommended. I’ll arrange it.”
“What’s his name?” she asked. “You want me to do a background check on him?”
“Already done. I had the need to run one a few months ago.” He gave her the details of where she could find the background check. “His past on paper is sketchy, but I’ve learned a great deal more about him since then. His name is Seth Harper, an acquaintance of Alexa Marlowe and Jessica Beckett. And as luck would have it, he’s here in the city.”
“How will you utilize his expertise? Outside our walls or do we bring him in? I’m sure you’ll want to follow security protocols either way.”
Implementing Sentinels’ security measures would test Harper’s sense of humor. A guy vacationing in New York would not expect to be hijacked into a covert operation with security measures, but that couldn’t be avoided. He felt sure Seth would want to help Alexa.
“Certainly,” he agreed. “I’ll locate him and get back to you. Thanks, Tanya.”
After she left his office, Garrett took the first step in locating Seth Harper in New York. And he had a pretty good idea where to start. Although Tanya and her team had the computer expertise to trace the origins of the video in time, the extra manpower wouldn’t hurt. And recruiting Seth would give him a chance to see him in action.
A very convenient opportunity indeed.
New York City
Upper East Side
Jess knew enough about New York City to realize Alexa lived in one of the high-rent districts. The Upper East Side was a neighborhood in the borough of Manhattan between Central Park and the East River, sometimes called the silk stocking district because of the pricey real estate. Her new friend lived in a residential area off Lexington Avenue. Canopied storefronts were combined with small apartment buildings and elegant brownstone row houses.
Yep, this is so you, Alexa. Jess fought a smile as she took in the sights at a crosswalk, sipping coffee from a travel mug and finishing a warm bagel. She’d seen many new things since she moved east. And New York City had been a real departure from her Midwest roots.
Daytime hours in Manhattan were filled with the usual crush of humanity on the streets, locals and visitors from all over the world, everyone with places to go in a hurry. Jess had never gotten into the rat-race mentality. She walked at her own pace to take in the sights. And there was always plenty to see.
When New Yorkers ran out of acreage in Manhattan, they went vertical with the architecture. Over time, modern skyscrapers had been erected next to older structures, and she loved how the city had preserved a keen sense of history. Everywhere she turned, impressive historic buildings looked like a backdrop to a movie that could span decades. And another unusual nod to history was the odd wooden roof-mounted water towers on many of the city’s buildings.
The sights, sounds, and diverse culture of the city infused her with energy as she carried her overnight bag slung over her shoulder and waited at the corner for traffic, the usual sea of yellow cabs, to come to a stop. When the light changed, she crossed the street with the rush of pedestrians and headed for the address Alexa had left on voice mail. Staying overnight would give her a chance to learn more about a part of the city she hadn’t seen.
But she wondered why Alexa left town without much explanation. That only reminded her how little she knew of her friend and how private she was. Jess assumed the trip was work-related, something quick she was doing for Garrett Wheeler. That made her wonder all the more. Was this trip too important for a rookie to tag along?
And what was so vital that she left Seth in the lurch?
Seth. Thinking about him always brought a rush of emotions to the surface. And picturing him with Alexa made her stomach plummet, like free falling in a roller coaster. Since Alexa told her about him coming to town, Jess had had trouble sleeping. Even with New York City being so large, she felt him in her new world, a place she hadn’t quite adopted. She missed Chicago and the roots she had there, but she had needed a break from the old and familiar.
Making the move to New York had been an escape. When she learned Seth was coming, his visit bridged the gap and reminded her how much she missed Sam Cooper and her old way of life—and Seth.
On a tree-lined sidewalk with a small picturesque park across the street, she spotted Alexa’s apartment building up ahead. The architecture was classic, a timeless historical. The discreet four-story brownstone had a quaint exterior of lace-curtained bay windows with carved stone and wrought-iron accents. Molded newel posts with railings flanked stone steps that led to the main entrance, an elaborate wooden door with beveled-glass windows and a secured foyer. Very impressive.
Jess used the code Alexa had given her for the main security door and followed the signs inside to the manager to pick up the key left in her name. An old-fashioned elevator with a brass door was near the front entrance, but she opted for the marble stairs toward the back and headed for the third floor. Apartment 303 was toward the front of the building and probably overlooked the park across the street.
When she put the key in the lock, she heard water running. Noise traveled through ventilation and plumbing systems in older buildings, so she dismissed it. Yet when she got inside, she heard the water more distinctly. Someone was using Alexa’s bathroom.
“What the hell…?”
Jess dropped her bag near the door and pulled her .45-caliber Colt Python. She took a quick glimpse around the one bedroom. She smelled Alexa’s perfume and noticed she had personal photos on the wall, confirmation she had the right place. Jess gripped her weapon, aimed it toward the bedroom, and followed the sound of the shower.
For an instant, she wondered if the noise was part of the maintenance Alexa had scheduled, but as she crept into the bedroom and looked through the half-closed bathroom door, she knew better. A naked man stood behind the opaque shower curtain, his back to her.
Nice ass, she thought. She nudged the door open, slipped inside the bathroom, and raised both her weapon and her voice, “You better have a good reason for being here, Mr. Clean.”
“Holy shit!” The guy jerked around and yanked back the curtain.
Seth Harper stood naked in front of her, his eyes wide and jaw dropping.
Wet. Sudsy.
And in all his glory.
CHAPTER 9
“Harper?�
�� Jess lowered her weapon and her gaze. Self-control had never been her strong suit. “Nice to…see you.”
“Damn it, Jessie. Turn around.”
He grabbed the shower curtain and draped it over his hips. His shocked expression was priceless. But she wasn’t about to tell him the see-through curtain gave her the equivalent of X-ray vision.
“Oh, right.” She holstered her weapon and did as she was told—for once. Jess turned her back and knew he still wouldn’t be happy. “Uh, Harper?”
“Yeah?”
She stared at his reflection.
“What is it they say about mirrors…objects may appear larger than they are?”
“Ah, Jessie. Cut me some slack, will you?” he pleaded. “Can a guy have some privacy?”
Seth was tall and muscular with a lean swimmer’s body. An enticing sight. She’d always known he was beautiful. A guy with an angelic face and great eyes. And now she got a peek at his other attributes and liked what she saw. Before he kissed her a few months back, she’d always thought of him as a kid. But that kiss had changed everything. And today, that boyish image had vaporized. Harper was a man with plenty to offer.
Steam fogged the mirror. She felt the heat—and hot water had nothing to do with it.
“Yeah, s-sure,” she stammered. “I’ll be out here. We probably…sh-should talk.”
Jess rushed from the bath and closed the bedroom door behind her. She should have been mortified, yet when the reality of what happened hit home, she reacted. She burst out laughing. At first the whole incident struck her as funny, but before she saw Harper again, she had to get control. She was right. They had to talk.
What the hell would she say? That question had a sobering effect, and a bad case of nerves hit her.
In record time, Harper rushed to get dressed. She heard his loud rumblings behind the closed bedroom door while butterflies waged war in her belly. Amped on adrenaline, she paced the living room and wrung her hands as she thought about things to say. None of them worked. She felt unprepared to face him, and her time had run out.
When she turned, Seth was with her. His dark hair was damp, and he smelled like herbal soap and shampoo. He wore jeans and a pale blue Oxford shirt. His feet were bare.
And he looked…amazing.
“Hey, Jessie. How are you?” He nudged his head, real casual.
He acted as if nothing had happened. She took a deep breath. A better woman would have let him salvage his dignity, but that woman wasn’t in the room.
“For cryin’ out loud, Harper. I just saw you naked,” she stopped herself. And after a long awkward moment, she nodded. “I’m good. Thanks for asking.”
Seth blushed, and a lazy smile spread across his handsome face. Jess memorized every nuance of that expression. She wanted to remember it always.
“That wasn’t my best moment in there.” He shrugged and had trouble meeting her gaze.
“Not from where I was standing.” She grinned.
“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“Would you?”
Harper finally gave in and chuckled. The sound of his laughter and the blush on his cheeks warmed her heart. It reminded her how much she missed him. And being alone with him, after going months without seeing him, had an overwhelming intimacy that was new and different. She should have felt self-conscious after what had happened, but she didn’t.
“Seth, I…” Jess had no idea where to begin. She took a tentative step forward. And he did the same. Neither of them could look away.
“I thought you and Alexa…” She struggled with what to say next. “…I thought you guys had canceled your plans for this weekend. Why are you staying here?”
“She got called out on assignment. And she talked me into staying at her place. So I canceled the hotel I booked. Why are you here?”
Alexa had set her up. And on purpose. Maintenance, my ass.
“A hotel?” She covered up her elation with a grimace. “You had a hotel room? That’s…great.”
“Not at four hundred bucks a night,” he protested. “New York is expensive, Jessie.”
“Oh, Seth, I know. I just thought you two were…” She couldn’t admit that she’d assumed they were sleeping together. Saying it aloud made her feel foolish. And worse, it revealed too much about feelings she didn’t understand.
“That we were what?” he asked.
She heard the hope in his voice as he closed the gap between them. And she found that she was holding her breath.
Images of him kissing Alexa still plagued her. Strike one. And normally, the cancellation of a hotel room would get no reaction from her, but this cancellation was significant. It meant her assumption about their physical relationship was off base, which made her strangely happy. Strike two. And the real kick in the teeth stood out more than the rest. Seeing Harper naked only made her want more. A big strike three. She had struck out on denials about her feelings for Harper, and the truth was staring her in the face with big soulful brown eyes.
Yet having feelings and acting on them were two different things. And years of abuse as a child left her feeling like she didn’t deserve love or happiness—a heavy load of baggage to carry, much less overcome. She had ended her budding relationship with Payton Archer almost a year ago, using the distance between them as the reason. Alaska and Chicago were worlds away.
Now she had thoughts of doing the same with Seth after only one kiss. He’d been the reason she had left Chicago practically overnight to put distance between them. The patterns in her life were self-destructive. And even though she saw them coming like a train wreck, she felt powerless to stop history from repeating.
“Seth, I wish…” She stared into his eyes and took a deep breath until the ring of her cell phone made her jump. Not cool. She would have ignored it, but the sound had broken the mood.
“I’m sorry.” Jess grabbed her phone and glanced down at the display. She recognized a strange series of numbers, even though there was no caller name. “I have to take this.”
She hit TALK, and said, “Beckett.”
“Jessie? This is Garrett Wheeler. I need to ask you a favor. I’m trying to locate your friend Seth Harper. Do you know where I can reach him?”
Jess looked up into Seth’s eyes before she turned her back and grimaced, holding the cell phone to her ear in silence. She felt more than a little protective of Seth, especially with someone as powerful and crafty as Garrett Wheeler trying to locate him. It was one thing to work for the man—having a clever resourceful boss had its upside for her.
With Garrett having an interest in Harper, she pictured Hannibal Lecter asking if Seth was available for dinner. Whatever her new boss had in mind, he’d have to go through her first.
“That depends. What’s this about, Garrett?”
As LaClaire maneuvered the boat closer to shore, Alexa scanned the beach and the wooded cliffs with her long-range binoculars. She had her gear on deck at her feet. And in the background, over the rumble of the boat engine, she heard her men preparing to disembark.
The beach was pristine. No footprints marred the surface of the sand. And there was no sign of civilization. On the one hand, she’d found a drop zone no one had traveled in a while, but on the flip side, this wasn’t the spot the terrorists had landed with their hostages. They’d have to find their trail and track them another way.
The winds had picked up, and the sun had lost its battle with a bank of ominous dark clouds. Every swaying tree caught her attention as she looked for signs of danger. The impending storm had triggered her uneasiness and made it worse.
“Joe’s ready to drop us off.” Kinkaid’s low voice interrupted her surveillance. She kept the binoculars working the shoreline and listened to the rest of what he had to say, “He’ll take the raft to shore and stick close until we need him for our ride out.”
“Sounds good. Let’s hit it.” She picked up her gear and turned to see Joe LaClaire at her back. He nodded, clearly wanting to have a priv
ate word with his boss, Kinkaid. She’d noticed the unspoken bond between the two men. But there was something else at play. LaClaire looked worried, and not only about the mission.
She met up with her team at the raft and took one last look over her shoulder, watching the two men at the bow of the boat. If Jackson Kinkaid hadn’t been on the level with this hostage rescue, the lives of her team would be at risk. Crazed terrorists, one hurricane, and now Kinkaid had added a wrinkle that upped the ante.
You better not be keeping secrets, Jackson. She glared at Kinkaid one final time before she joined her men.
Joe pulled him aside. “I don’t like this. Your skin is flushed. I bet that fever is back,” Joe protested in a low voice thick with concern. “If you can’t make it, contact me, and I’ll pick you up. Let Alexa’s people handle it. This ain’t worth dyin’ over—”
“Then what is worth dying for, Joe?” he interrupted. “Look, I don’t have a death wish—”
“You could’ve fooled me,” his friend interrupted.
“—but I can’t let Kate down.” Kinkaid kept his voice low, out of earshot of Alexa and her team, but hiding his anger was a different story. He glared at a friend he thought he knew as if seeing him for the first time.
“Who’s this Kate person to you anyway?” Joe didn’t wait for him to respond. “You and me, we got a good thing going. If you get killed doing this—”
“Then I’ll be dead. And money won’t buy jack shit in hell.”
His friend stopped. A wise move. Their way of making money had been Kinkaid’s idea. Stealing money from drug cartels and other criminals had become his private war. He hit them where it hurt most, and he knew they wouldn’t complain to the law—the perfect crime if he could get away with the heist—and he didn’t take orders from the Sentinels or anyone else. But when the scores got bigger, he’d needed a smart partner, one who could keep his mouth shut and hold his greed in check.
He had cut Joe in after the man had proven himself. And the money got even better. In no time, LaClaire saw how things would work. Their hits had run real smooth and regular as clockwork. They were a team.