Radclyffe - Honor 07 - Word Of Honor

by Word Of Honor (lit)

  “ Thanks, Chief.

  “ No problem, Commander.

  “ I take it youve been briefed on the new member of the team joining us tomorrow? Cam checked the plain-faced clock on the wall. One a.m. “Today, I should say.

  Paula pointed to a folder. “Dana Barnett. She hesitated, judging her next words. She did not want to tread into personal territory with the commander, but she needed to know what kind of trouble she was looking at. “I dont imagine Egret is pleased.

  Cam smiled wryly. “I didnt know you were given to understatement, Chief.

  “ Well handle it, Paula said confidently.

  “ I imagine you will. Cam stood, her eyes weary. “Probably better than I have. Good night, Chief.

  Paula watched her go, wishing she knew how to ease her burden. Then she reached for the last of the security bulletins, because they all had their parts to play even if they didnt understand this new stage theyd been thrust upon.

  Chapter Six

  Friday

  A little after six, Cam got up from the sofa where shed fallen asleep a few hours earlier and walked into the kitchen. She had slept in a T-shirt and a pair of flannel boxers, and the apartment felt cold. Cold and empty. She contemplated making coffee, but sat at the breakfast bar instead and read the note that shed read three times when she had returned from the command center the night before.

  Cam, Ive gone to Dianes. Ill probably spend the night. I love you, Blair.

  Cam touched the lower right hand corner of the slip of paper with the tip of her index finger and slowly turned the note clockwise until the words blurred, although the message remained starkly clear. Blair was angry. Upset and angry. Shed gone to a safe place, not onto the streets or to a club or into a strangers bed. She had done that more than oncetaken refuge in sex when the invisible bars of her very real cage had become too oppressive and shed finally broken free. Even before Cam had fallen in love with her, shed hated to see Blair waste herself on women who couldnt begin to appreciate what it meant to touch her. Now, the idea of anyone else putting that hazy look of desire in Blairs eyes, bringing that tremble to her lips, causing that quick catch of excitement in her breath was enough to make Cam lose any semblance of civilized reason. She became animal, primitive, driven by the instinct to guard what was hers. She slowed the revolution of the notepaper and read it again.

  I love you, Blair.

  Cam smiled dryly. Theyd made an agreement not that long ago that neither of them would leave if they were angry. Blair had adhered to the letter of the law. Even though shed left, shed told Cam where she was going.

  I love you too, Cam thought. She left the note on the counter and went to the bathroom, stripped, and showered. After she pulled on jeans and a workout T-shirt, she called Renée Savard.

  “ Good morning, Commander, Renée said, sounding as if shed been awake for hours.

  “ Im going to be a little late this morning. I need you to handle the briefing and find out where they transferred the detainees from Mathesons compound. I want to question them.

  “ Weve got some of their statements in the FBI reports, such as they are.

  “ You mean we have what someone else thinks we should know, Cam corrected. “Time to gather our own intel.

  “ Yes maam. Shall I make flight arrangements?

  “ Yes. Cam paused. “For both of us. Today.

  “ Yes maam, Renée said, her excitement apparent even over the phone.

  “ Thanks. Cam disconnected and contemplated her next call. It wasnt difficult to find Blair. Her whereabouts were known to at least half a dozen people at any given moment. All she needed to do was call the shift leader in the command center and ask. She dialed a number and waited.

  “ Hello?

  “ Diane, its Cam. Is Blair there?

  “ Good morning, Cam. No, Im afraid youve missed her. She left a while ago.

  Cams stomach tightened. Why hadnt she come home? Did Starks team have her or had she slipped out on them? For an instant she came close to disconnecting the call to roust Stark and demand a status check. Instead she closed her eyes and remembered the note. I love you. “Did she say where she was going?

  “ Forgive me, Diane replied with a note of disbelief in her voice, “but dont you have ways of finding out where she is?

  “ I do. But she wouldnt like it.

  Diane laughed, the sound of bells pealing on an impossibly clear, bracingly brisk spring morning. “Oh, you are very good.

  “ Apparently not.

  “ Well, I shall have to play my part as well. As her best friend, of course, my only concern is her best interests. So Im not inclined to help you.

  “ I know, Cam said completely seriously.

  “ Are you appropriately sorry for upsetting her?

  “ Completely.

  “ Do you have any idea what youre apologizing for? Diane asked gently.

  “ Not entirely, but it doesnt matter. Shes upset, thats all I care about.

  “ She said she was going to the gym.

  “ Thank you, Cam said. “You couldve drawn that out quite a bit longer, you know.

  “ I know, but theres no pleasure in it when I know that she needs you to find her as much as you do.

  “ I dont think Ive mentioned it, Cam said, “but I appreciate everything youre doing for the wedding.

  “ Im doing it because I love Blair, and you make her happy. And Im really quite fond of you too. Diane drew a breath that sounded shaky. “And you saved Valeries life.

  “ No thanks are needed for that.

  “ But I thank you nevertheless, Diane whispered. “Now go see to Blair.

  “ I will. Cam disconnected, collected her keys and wallet and gym bag from the closet, and headed out the door.

  * * * * *

  The first thing Cam saw when she turned down the narrow alley off Houston was the Suburban in the middle of the block, parked halfway up on the sidewalk to allow delivery trucks and the occasional cab to get past. She was certain the agents in the vehicle took note of her, but there was no outward indication that they saw her. She didnt acknowledge them either as she pushed through the unmarked windowless door sandwiched between a shoe repair shop that had been closed for two decadesa few unclaimed shoes coated with a thick layer of dust lay on the counter behind the smeared front windowand a bodega with iron grates drawn down to the sidewalk. The instant she stepped into the dimly lit hallway and began climbing the steep narrow stairs, she smelled mold, sweat, and testosterone. The third floor reverberated with the rumble of male voices and bodies falling, and heavy equipment thudding onto the floor. The warehouse-sized space was lit at intervals with fluorescent lights dangling unevenly on chains and whatever light filtered through the grimy windows set high in the wall along the roof line. Two roped-off boxing rings with stained canvas mats stood center stage, surrounded by a haphazard array of weightlifting equipment, speed bags, and hanging heavy bags. As was often the case, Blair was the only woman in a sea of bulked-up men covered with tattoos and scars. One of the new members of Blairs team, Cliff Vaughn, a muscular African American looking out of place in his tailored slacks and double-breasted blazer, stood with his arms folded over his chest on the far side of the boxing ring where Blair was sparring with a young white guy with a shaved head and prison tats on his neck. Patrice Hara, flanking the ring on the side closest to Cam, nodded a greeting without taking her eyes off Blair as Cam slipped up beside her.

  “ Morning, Commander, Hara said.

  “ Hara. Hows she doing?

  “ Shes playing with him.

  “ Ah. That was not good news. When Blair was spoiling for a real fight, she never instigated it. Being smaller and more agile than all of her opponents, she frustrated them by refusing to engageslipping or blocking their punches and then sneaking in for a quick jab. Men who werent used to her very quickly forgot that they werent supposed to hit a woman, and after each impotent blow they threw, they came back harder. Blair couldnt avoid every punch indefinitely,
and ultimately, one landed hard enough to knock her down. Then she came out swinging, and they swung back. She usually managed to fight off her pent-up fury, but unfortunately, she ended up taking a beating too. This morning, Cam just wasnt in the mood to see Blair get hammered by this young guys hard right hand.

  Quickly, she skirted around the ring to the tiny womens changing room. A single bench stood before three rickety steel lockers without locks. She pulled open a locker, stripped down to her sports bra, and tossed in her clothes. Then she yanked on long, loose blood-red Thai fighting shorts and kicked into her loafers for the walk back to the ring. A few heads turned but she stared straight ahead, wrapping her hands with fight tape on her way. When she reached the ring she slid an arm under the lower rope and slapped the mat hard to get the fighters attention. As soon as both Blair and her opponent turned in her direction, Cam vaulted the ropes into the ring, barefoot.

  “ Thanks for warming her up, Cam said in a friendly tone as she tapped her fist lightly against the young guys shoulder. “You mind if I get in a few rounds? Her tone of voice indicated it wasnt a request.

  The guy shrugged. “Sure. Shes slippery.

  “ I noticed.

  “ Dont you have a briefing? Blair said as she danced from foot to foot. Shed tied her hair back with a rolled black bandanna and she wore her usual sparring outfita cut off T-shirt that left her midriff bare and gray cotton gym shorts. A strip of tape covered her navel ring to prevent it from being torn out inadvertently.

  “ Savards handling it. Cam bowed slightly. “Freestyle?

  Blair grinned and tilted her head. “Sounds good.

  Cams fighting style was a mixture of Thai kickboxing and the hand-to-hand combat techniques employed by federal agents. Blair had adapted her formal martial arts training to street fighting. They were equally matched. Cam raised her hands to face level, her fists loosely clenched, and circled. Blair, pumped from having been sparring a while, didnt hesitate. She feinted a punch and swept Cams legs out from under her. Cam hit the canvas and rolled backward, rising to her feet just in time to block the follow-up jab she knew was coming. They traded kicks and blows for ten minutes until they were both drenched in sweat, then Cam sidestepped a snap kick aimed at her chin that could have broken her jaw if it had landed. She swung around behind Blair, clamped her forearm across Blairs throat, and planted her knee in the center of Blairs back. Then she lifted in a move designed to snap an opponents neck or break their spine. She modulated the force of both the choke and the backbend so she wouldnt injure Blair, but it was a painful hold nonetheless. Blair resisted for a few seconds, then rapidly slapped Cams arm twice to signal submission.

  Immediately, Cam released her and stepped back.

  “ You okay? Cam asked, panting lightly.

  Blair nodded, also breathing quickly. “Nice move. I always forget that when you fight, you fight to kill.

  “ These guys at Ernies arent the right partners for you. We should set you up with Stark or Hara so you can learn to fight the way you need to on the street.

  “ Why not Wozinski? Blair grinned.

  “ You might hurt him.

  “ I didnt hurt you. Blair gripped the ropes, swung over onto the floor in one fluid motion, and headed off.

  Cam quickly followed her to the locker room.

  “ So, Blair said as she pulled off her T-shirt and dropped it on the bench. She peeled her shorts off and faced Cam nude, the width of the narrow bench all that separated them. “You think I need to learn to fight to kill?

  Cam skimmed her finger down the center of Blairs chest, gathering a drop of sweat on her fingertip. Holding Blairs gaze, she touched the tip of her tongue to the tiny droplet. “I do.

  Blairs eyes darkened and her skin flushed. “We managed to fuck in here once with no one noticing. Care to try for twice?

  “ I want, Cam said with a grin. “But I think not.

  “ Were getting old.

  “ We have a comfortable bed twenty minutes away.

  Blair leaned over the bench and braced both hands on Cams shoulders. Then she kissed her, a long, probing kiss designed to make them both needy. It worked. She pulled away, breathing hard. “I missed sleeping with you last night.

  Cam stripped, aware of Blairs eyes raking over her body. “I missed you too.

  “ Are you mad?

  Cam stepped over the bench and pulled Blair into her arms. She coursed her hands up and down Blairs back, caressing the hard pumped muscles beneath her satin skin. Blair parted her thighs in a movement as innate as drawing breath, and just as naturally, Cam slid her leg between them. Cam kissed Blairs mouth, her neck, the base of her throat. She whispered against her skin, “Im sorry.

  Blair drove her fingers into Cams thick dark hair and pulled her head back to cover her mouth with another bruising kiss. Their bodies, slick with sweat from the workout and the heat of rising passion, fused. Blair traced her lips over the rim of Cams ear. “I love you so much it hurts.

  “ I never want to hurt you, Cam murmured, her eyes black with need. She brought her hand between them and cupped Blairs breast.

  “ Enough, Blair groaned, covering Cams hand with hers. “Ill bet you any amount of money Cliff is right outside that curtain.

  “ I wouldnt care except I dont share. Cam forced herself to step back. “Thanks for letting me know you went to Dianes last night.

  “ I just needed to vent, Blair said, reaching for a clean T-shirt with shaking hands. She laughed unsteadily. “God, Im a mess. She glanced at Cam, her mouth curling into a half-smile. “What I really need is for you to fuck me.

  “ Ill make a note of it. Cam pulled on briefs and then her jeans, never taking her eyes from Blair. “Its mutual, by the way.

  Blair raised an eyebrow. “Which part?

  “ All of it. I need you inside me right now. I want to marry you. I want our wedding to be as special as what we share.

  “ Damn you, Cameron, Blair whispered, tears brimming on her lashes. “Im not done being pissed off yet.

  Cam brushed her thumb beneath Blairs eye, catching her tears. “Okay.

  “ Finish dressing. I dont trust myself. Blair grabbed Cams wrist and gently bit her thumb. “And your note? Mark down I want it more than once.

  Cam laughed. “Got it.

  A few minutes later, they were ready to leave. Cam gripped her gym bag and wrapped an arm around Blairs waist, stopping her just before they left the locker room. “I may be flying out later today.

  “ Until when?

  “ Hopefully just tonight. Possibly until tomorrow.

  Blair searched Cams face. “Is it anything I need to be worried about?

  “ Absolutely not. Just some routine information gathering.

  “ That requires the deputy director to do it personally, Blair said sarcastically.

  “ There are some things I need to do myself, Cam replied.

  “ Im being an ass. Blair gave Cam a quick kiss. “I know you should be at a briefing right now instead of chasing down here after me

  “ Im exactly where I want to be. Cam took Blairs hand. “I needed to kick a little butt to get my day off to a good start.

  Blair snorted. “Dream on.

  Cam flashed her grin. “Ill be too busy making those notes.

  Chapter Seven

  L et me out on the far side of the park, Dana instructed the cabbie as she extracted money from her wallet.

  The taciturn driver swerved to the curb and she handed him a handful of bills. “Got a receipt?

  Wordlessly, he tore off a blank square from a coffee-stained pad and handed it through the divide between the front and rear seats. She pocketed it, grabbed her duffel, and stepped out into a cold misty rain a little before eight a.m. Hunching her shoulders in her too light nylon windbreaker, she hiked to the corner, dodging early morning pedestrians, and stopped on the corner to study Blair Powells apartment building across the way. Shed spent most of the previous evening scouring online sources for information on her new
subject. She never undertook any assignment without doing the background work herself. A lot of reporters used assistants to prepare profiles and gather data, or didnt bother at all, but she did the legwork. She never knew what little nugget of information might spark a story, and she trusted her instincts more than anyone elses. If she was going to spend the next ten days with the first daughter of the United States, she wasnt going to be writing about Blair Powells fashion sense. She was going to write about what she had discovered was surprisingly absent in the media. An in-depth look at the woman behind the glamorous façade. Thumbnail sketches aboundedwealthy only child, glamorous and sophisticated first daughter, notorious bad girl. All too easy and all supported only by superficial glimpses, as fleeting as a reflection in the surface of a fast-running stream.

  Who was Blair Powell? Thats what Dana planned to find out.

  The apartment building was a typical New York City building plain-faced stone façade, short green awning above double glass doors with the shadow of a doorman just inside. The exact location of the first daughters apartment was not public knowledge, but a quick search of the reverse directories indicated that most of the units in the building were held as corporate rentals, and she was willing to bet they were empty or used intermittently for vetted government officials and visiting dignitaries needing temporary housing in the city. She was also willing to lay money that she would never find out. She crossed to the wrought iron fence that enclosed Gramercy Park and peered through the gray drizzle into the impeccably maintained postage-stamp park. Not surprisingly, it was empty. With a practiced eye, she swept the streets looking for anything suspicious. She might be back on American soil, but the habits shed developed in combat zones around the world were permanently ingrained. Never take anything for granted and always question the unusual.

  Dana didnt see anything she hadnt expected to see. A news van was parked diagonally across the street from the entrance to Blair Powells apartment building and another down the block. Security cameras swiveled lazily above the front door and high up on the corners of the building. A black Suburban with dark tinted windows and a short, subtle satellite antenna bookended the van on the opposite side of the entrance. Two opposing forcesthe media and those devoted to secrecy.