Targeted

Chapter 12

Infiltration: the secret movement of an operative into a target area with the intent that his or her presence will go undetected.

Sophie jumped as the bang against the wall from their neighboring motel room reverberated through their crappy room. Of course, the bang was followed by a string of obscene curses.

She wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Jack had picked the worst pay-by-the-hour motel in Little Havana. When they’d first arrived it was still daylight, and in the daytime it wasn’t so bad. But it was nearing dusk and she was fairly sure their “neighbors” were either dealing drugs or engaged in some sort of prostitution ring. Probably both. People had been coming in and out of their room all afternoon, and some of the noises had been revolting.

Earlier she’d tried to buy crackers from the vending machines, but had quickly returned to the safety of their room after a couple of men had asked what her “price” was. Apparently something about her jeans and sweater screamed hooker. It didn’t matter that Jack had given her a gun, she’d still felt incredibly exposed outside.

“When are we leaving?” she asked again, not bothering to keep the annoyance out of her voice this time.

Jack was lounging on one of the double beds and doing God knew what on his laptop, but he looked up when she spoke. For the briefest moment, those pale eyes darkened as he raked an appreciative gaze over her breasts. He got this little smile when he looked at her, as if he was remembering something. She wondered if he was even aware he was doing it. Damn it, the look was so . . . familiar that it jarred her straight to her core. Combined with the way he’d called her Soph in the truck earlier, it put her on edge. More and more he was reminding her of Sam.

Which was insane.

It made her feel unbalanced. She’d done fine not thinking of him for years—or at least locking her thoughts down. Now her life had gone to shit in a matter of days, she didn’t know who to trust, her best friend still hadn’t checked in—which was eating Sophie alive inside every second that passed—and she had scorching thoughts of Sam almost every time she looked at Jack.

“Give me five minutes,” he murmured as he looked away.

“You keep saying that. We need to get out of here. This place is creepy.” Gross-looking brown stains were on both bedspreads, so she’d been relegated to sitting at the small table or pacing the room. To entertain herself she’d been figuring out what the stains resembled, almost like watching clouds at the beach. Only a lot grosser.

Jack had been very quiet, constantly working on his computer and not telling her anything unless she asked him a direct question. Which was incredibly annoying. She could almost swear he was purposefully ignoring her. After they’d barely escaped from those two shooters—and her insides were still quaking over that—she guessed that the reason he’d picked such a crappy place to hole up was that cops wouldn’t frequent it. Not unless called. And considering that everyone she’d seen looked like they were up to something illegal around here, no one in their right mind would be calling.

He typed some more into his computer, then looked up again. “If it makes you feel better, Homeland Security won’t need to talk to you anymore.”

Oh yeah, that made everything better. She held off on the rude comment because it wouldn’t help and it made her feel petty. “Why not?”

“My boss made some calls. They’ll be easing off SBMS until the NSA knows more about what’s going on.”

“Good.” She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d actually forgotten about Homeland Security. There were too many other things running through her mind.

He swung his legs—his very sexy, muscular legs—off the side of the bed and snapped the laptop shut. “Bring everything with you because we’re not coming back here.”

“Thank God.”

The hard lines of his lips softened at the corners. “This place isn’t that bad.”

“The fact that you say that scares me. What kinds of places have you stayed in?”

Something dark crossed his face before he schooled his features. All traces of that smile were gone. Immediately she regretted what she’d said even if she’d only said it to lighten the atmosphere. Turning, she grabbed her sad little plastic bag of clothes and the hat with the sequined flamingo on the front and headed for the door.

“You can leave the hat,” he said quietly behind her as he gathered his things.

“I know.” The hat was impossibly tacky, but she was going to keep it because Jack had given it to her. It didn’t matter that it had been part of a disguise. Some weird part of her wanted it. When she looked back at him, he had a guarded look on his face, but he didn’t respond. Just palmed the keys to the most recent SUV he’d stolen.

The man was certainly good at that, and while she didn’t want to be impressed by his thievery, watching him in action was pretty hot. Once they were out of the stale-smelling room and heading toward SBMS, she thought she’d feel better. Instead she was terrified at the prospect of facing her boss. Which was so ludicrous she almost laughed out of sheer nervousness. She was with one of the most dangerous men she’d ever met, yet she was scared of seeing her boss, a man she considered a dear friend. She still couldn’t get the images of Jack shooting those guys out of her head. He’d been so focused, so lethal.

“If we run into any problems with SBMS’s security, your only priority is to get out of there. I’ve watched these guys and they’re not going to use lethal force, so no matter what, don’t wait for me if you have a chance to get away.” Jack glanced in the rearview mirror as they pulled out of the motel parking lot.

She sighed. “I thought we’d been through this. I’m not leaving you behind.”

“Sophie—”

“Don’t you ‘Sophie’ me. Having this argument is pointless and one you’ll absolutely lose. . . . Would you leave me behind?”

“Never.” He shot her a hooded look and for a moment, she thought he’d continue arguing, but he returned his attention to the road. “You’re going to call your boss at a quarter till seven and tell him the meeting time has been changed. Then—”

“Jack, I know all this. We’ve been over it a hundred times.” She hadn’t just sat around in the motel room. When he hadn’t been on his computer, they’d been going over “the plan,” and it wasn’t hard to remember.

“You can back out of this if you’re not ready.”

“Isn’t it your job to give me a pep talk or something? Not make me second-guess myself?” She wasn’t afraid to admit she was terrified right now, and having him question her was freaking her out even more.

His lips pulled into a thin line. “I just want you to know we can figure something else out if you’re not comfortable.”

Sophie tightly clasped her hands in her lap until her knuckles turned white. “The weapons are bad enough, but if Ronald is really helping terrorists, I can’t sit back and do nothing. Actual biological warfare on our soil . . . do you know how far-reaching that could be. Hundreds of thousands of people could die,” she said before he could respond, mainly because he would know better than her. “Not to mention someone tried to kill me and I know Ronald knows more than he’s letting on. Did you check your voice mail again?” She wasn’t sure why she was asking when she knew the answer would shred her up inside.

“Yes.”

Sophie dug her fingernails into her palms, hoping the pain would distract her. Hannah obviously hadn’t left a message or he would have told her. She was supposed to have called his number to let them know where she was. Hours ago. Even though Jack’s phone was turned off, her friend would have left a message. She’d promised. There could be any number of reasons that Hannah hadn’t called. Some were harmless, but Sophie kept picturing the worst possible outcomes for Hannah not getting in touch with her. Clearly someone wanted Sophie dead. What was to stop them from using Hannah to get to her? It wasn’t as if she had many close friends, and it was no secret how tight they were. Unfortunately Hannah didn’t know where she was, so even if someone wanted to . . . torture her or something, she had no information. Sophie’s stomach lurched and she forced her morbid thoughts to quiet for the moment. She wouldn’t do anyone any good if she had a breakdown right now. “Can I use one of your phones?”

“Why?”

“I want to call Hannah’s work.”

After he handed it to her, Sophie quickly dialed the number to Hannah’s sector of the hospital before he could change his mind.

“Miami Children’s Hospital,” a female voice answered after three rings.

“Hi, is Hannah Young in yet? This is a family emergency.”

“I’m sorry but Hannah called in sick tonight.”

“When did she call?”

“Who is this?”

Sophie disconnected without answering. They weren’t allowed to give out personal information at the hospital. Something she understood, but she didn’t feel like getting into a drawn-out conversation with someone who would never give her the answer she wanted.

“Is everything okay?” Jack asked.

“The woman who answered said Hannah called in sick.”

“That’s a good thing, Sophie. If she simply hadn’t shown up, then you’d need to be worried.”

“You’re right.” She tried to give the appearance that she was satisfied, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Hannah wasn’t a flake. She should have called by now.

The closer they got to SBMS, the more tension built up in the back of her neck. Surprising her, Jack reached out and put a reassuring hand on her arm. He stroked her for a second with his thumb, the move slow, a little sensual, and so much like the way Sam used to comfort her, it was like a slap to her senses, pulsing through her like a wave. She couldn’t breathe for a moment as memories of the way her first love had done more than comfort her. She’d never felt so emotionally raw in her entire life as she had these past couple of days. Add to that these strange, conflicting feelings she experienced every time Jack looked at her or touched her in a far too familiar way and she felt herself starting to split at the seams.

At least he looked just as startled as she felt. Maybe he was experiencing the same electric . . . whatever was going on between them. Jack stared at his hand for a second before pulling it back as if she’d scorched him. God, she wasn’t going to bite. Unless he asked nicely. Then she’d definitely oblige him. She could feel heat creeping up her neck at the inappropriate thought, but she was helpless to stop those internal needs. She wasn’t sure if it was because Jack reminded her of Sam or not, but her draw to him was making her edgy, hungry for his touch. Luckily they were at their destination. Which shouldn’t be a relief considering what she was about to do. But it was. Anything to distract herself from the hundred different thoughts running through her head.

“Left here.” She pointed.

There were two parking garages, so she directed him to the older one. In order to enter the new one, they would have to get a ticket and wait for a small mechanical arm to lift. Not to mention, there were security cameras in the new garage. Technically they weren’t supposed to use the old one, but a lot of the employees did, especially if there was an early meeting and some of them wanted to dip out without being noticed. No one enforced the rules, so it didn’t matter anyway.

Instead of parking on one of the top floors, Jack wound down the ramp until they were at the basement-level garage. Not surprising, no one else was parked there.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he put the SUV in park.

“We’re going in through the basement entrance.”

“So you knew about this garage?”

He nodded and opened his door.

She sighed as she exited the vehicle. Why he hadn’t just told her instead of letting her give him directions, she didn’t understand.

Jack rounded the SUV and motioned for her to follow. When they came to the door that led to the stairs, Jack tried opening it. It was locked, so he pulled out a small black kit and worked the lock until the door swung open.

“Why am I not surprised?” she said as he held open the door for her. She’d seen him hot-wire cars. This had taken him a lot less time.

He winked at her and her stomach flipped. Just like that. Oh yeah, she was completely lacking all common sense when it came to this man. The man was walking sex appeal. Not in an overt way, but after seeing him without a shirt this morning, she hadn’t been able to get the image of his sculpted arms and chest out of her mind. She’d felt how powerful he was when he was carrying her through that icy water, and actually seeing him half-clothed only added to her desire for him. It was so easy to imagine what it would be like to have his body over hers, pumping into her while she—

“Stay behind me.” His words echoed in the stairwell, cutting her fantasy short.

Which was probably best. She needed to stay focused even if being distracted by thoughts of Jack was oddly helpful with the rest of the worries she couldn’t shake. Once they reached the sixth floor, the panic she’d been expecting settled in full force. Most people would be gone for the day, but it was possible she might run into someone she knew. They had to cross an overpass from the old parking garage to the building. There weren’t any cameras, but someone could be exiting the building and they would have nowhere to hide.

“You ready?” he asked before opening the door.

No. “Yeah.”

He eased open the door. There were a few cars in the upper level of the garage, but no one was around, so they hurried across the overpass.

The halls were eerily empty as they made their way to her office. Mandy and the other assistants had of course gone home for the day, increasing Sophie’s sense of isolation. Anyone could walk in on them and Jack didn’t seem the least bit affected.

Without asking, Jack sat at her desk and turned on her computer.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m checking your files.” He didn’t even look up.

“Why?”

He shot her a quick glance. “I want to see if someone has been tracking your movements on here. Someone knew you’d taken those pictures—which explains the gunmen the day we were out to lunch. But it happened damn fast. I want to find out if someone planted a back door on your computer. I’m pretty sure they did, but I want confirmation.”

She blinked. “Back door?”

“It would give them remote access to your files if set up right.” His fingers clacked away on the keyboard at rapid speed, as if he was barely aware of her presence.

Okay, then. She scrubbed a hand over her face, but when the doorknob rattled, Sophie completely froze. As the door swung open it was as if everything around her moved in slow motion. Benson, one of her coworkers, walked in. His face turned a dark shade of crimson when he spotted her.

Immediately her gaze riveted back to the desk, but Jack was gone. What the hell?

“Sophie, what are you doing here?” Benson asked.

“This is my office.” She took a few steps backward and leaned against the edge of the desk, hoping her action seemed casual.

“Ronald said you were out sick.”

She ignored the comment. “Did you need something?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean . . . That is . . .” He cleared his throat and held out some sort of postcard. “I just wanted to invite you to see my band play this weekend.”

She stared dumbly at what he was offering. “Your band?”

“Yeah, I thought maybe we could have a couple drinks before my show,” he mumbled.

Oh no. No, no, no. She did not have time for this. “I actually have plans this weekend, but I should let you know that I’m dating someone.”

“Of course you are,” he mumbled, the crimson flush spreading all the way to his neck and ears.

“Listen, Benson, I don’t date coworkers anyway, so—”

Looking away, he took a step back toward the door. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see ya around.”

Before she could respond, he’d shut the door behind him. She quickly locked it, then sagged against the solid door. “Jack?” she whispered.

He popped up from behind the desk. “Did you lock the door?”

“Yeah.”

Jack pulled a flash stick out of his pocket and plugged it in. Then he glanced at his watch. “I found a very well-hidden back door. It’s closed now, but I’m taking everything from your computer.”

“Do you know who planted it?”

“Nope, but I will find out.” There was a steely edge to his voice that left no doubt in her mind that he would. “And it’s time to call Weller.”

She pulled the phone from her back pocket and cursed her trembling hand. “What if he won’t move the meeting time?”

“Make him do it.” He didn’t even look up from her computer as he spoke, which made her feel a little better.

Jack acted as if she should have no problem getting Ronald to agree. Which meant her sexy spy trusted her. Except he wasn’t hers and she needed to stop thinking like that.

She glanced at the wall clock behind Jack’s head. Almost seven. With a shaking hand she dialed Ronald’s office number. After three rings, she frowned. Maybe he wasn’t even there.

When he finally answered, his voice sounded odd. “Hello?”

“Ronald, it’s me.”

There was a long pause. “What do you want?”

She frowned at his brusque tone. “We need to meet now.”

“Now? Are you in the building?” There was a note of panic in his voice.

“No, but I will be soon. I’ll be in your office in five.” She disconnected before he could argue.

“Something’s not right,” Sophie said to Jack.

He stood as he pulled the flash drive from her computer. “What do you mean?”

“He sounded . . . funny. I can’t explain it.”

Jack pulled a gun from his shoulder holster. “We’re going to do things a little differently, then.”

As he headed for the door, she placed what she hoped was a firm hand on his chest. “You won’t need a gun with Ronald.”

“Sophie, we’re doing this my way. I need to know you won’t question any decisions I make in the next twenty minutes. I can’t do my job if I’m worrying about you.”

She glared at him. “I can’t believe you think you even have to say that.”

“Well, you’ve refused one of my orders. Twice.”

She gritted her teeth. “It’s because that order is asinine. You need to let that shit go.” After everything they’d been through, she trusted Jack with her life. He might be a little intimidating, and okay, scary, when he wanted to be—she still couldn’t get over how calm he’d been when he shot those two men—but it was clear he knew what he was doing and wanted to protect her. Hell, he’d kept them alive this long.

He blinked once, as if she’d surprised him, but didn’t respond as he unlocked the door. Sophie stayed close to him as they entered the outer office area.

As they crept down the hallway toward Ronald’s office, sweat trickled down her spine. The door was closed, so Jack pressed his back against the wall and motioned to her.

“If anything happens, I’m right here.” His quiet voice was so soothing it stilled all the nerves running rampant inside her. She could do this.

Trust didn’t come easy for her—never had—but the longer she was around this man, the more she found she actually wanted to trust everything he said to her. She connected with him on a fundamental level that almost defied logic. The only other person she’d felt that way about was Sam. Her protector and lover. And Jack was only one of those at this point.

Nodding once, Sophie knocked and opened the door at the same time, hoping her fear wasn’t showing. Jack stood to the right of the door, unseen to anyone inside, but his presence made her feel better. Safer. She stepped in and gasped.

The blinds were drawn, Ronald sat in his chair behind the desk, and her assistant, Mandy, stood two feet away from him. And she was holding a gun.

“Mandy? Why do you have a gun?” Sophie asked loudly.

“Shut the door.” Her assistant trained the gun in Sophie’s direction.

By the firm way she held it, Sophie guessed she knew how to use it too. She paused but did as she said.

“Now move over next to him.”

“What are you doing?” Sophie asked.

Mandy, no longer the sweet assistant Sophie had come to enjoy working with, rolled her eyes. Suddenly she looked older, her gaze remote and icy. “Making a lot of money, that’s what.”

She glanced at Ronald for confirmation, but he simply shook his head as if he was confused by this.

“Stand up, Ronald,” Mandy ordered.

“Are you going to kill both of us? How can you think you’ll get away with this?” Sophie asked. It probably wouldn’t be that hard, but she just wanted to keep the woman talking.

“I’m only killing you. Rather, Ronald is.”

“What?” Her boss finally spoke, horror in his voice.

Mandy rolled her eyes again and spoke to Ronald as if Sophie weren’t in the room. “I’m not giving you the gun, you moron. We’re going down to the parking garage and I’m killing her. It will look like you did, though. If you try to cross Vargas, he’ll send the evidence to the police.”

Sophie looked at her boss. Dark circles under his eyes stood out against his pale face. Out of the corner of her eye, Sophie could see the door slowly opening. Mandy had her back facing the door and it took all of Sophie’s willpower not to look in that direction.

Unfortunately she wasn’t so sure about Ronald. It was stupid. Probably the stupidest thing she’d ever done, but she turned to Ronald and started yelling at him. Somehow she had to distract Mandy and give Jack an opening. If Mandy had wanted Sophie dead, the other woman would have shot her the moment she walked in the door. But it was clear she wanted to do the job downstairs. Probably because dragging a bleeding body through the building would be impossible to explain.

“Did you know about those weapons being shipped by Keane? Is that why someone tried to kill me? Did you set me up, you son of a bitch? Is this all about money?” Sophie’s voice rose with each word. She silently prayed Ronald didn’t give away Jack’s position.

Ronald stared at her. “I can explain—”

Sophie grabbed Ronald’s hand, pulling him to the floor at the same time Jack made his move. Everything happened so quickly, Sophie didn’t have time to do anything other than stare from her position on the floor.

A loud yelp sounded from Mandy as Jack slammed his gun across her head. The woman crumpled under the force, her body hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Jack kicked her gun away, then immediately trained his own weapon on Ronald. “Move away from her slowly.” His voice had a deadly—and damn terrifying—edge to it.

He had that same look in his eyes he’d had after he shot those men. Seeing him in action now sent shivers snaking throughout her body. He’d been bossy as hell with her, but he hadn’t been scary. Not even when she’d tried to escape. If anything he’d just been frustrated. She was so glad she wasn’t on the receiving end of his wrath.

Wordlessly, her boss pushed up from the floor and stood.

“Now sit. Hands on the desk where I can see them.”

“You okay, Soph?” Jack asked, never taking his eyes off Ronald.

“I’m fine.” The way he shortened her name warmed her insides, but she brushed it away. Moving quickly, she shut and locked the door.

“Take off your tie,” Jack ordered Ronald.

Sophie came up to stand next to Jack. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to tie her up,” he said quietly.

Ronald slid the tie across the desk. Without making eye contact, Sophie took it and bound her assistant’s wrists tightly behind her back. Mandy didn’t move once. When Sophie rolled her over, she was deadweight. Maybe things would register later, but for now it was hard to feel anything for a woman who had just told her with no emotion she was going to kill her.

“You can sit, Sophie,” Jack said. She couldn’t help noticing that his voice softened when he said her name. And she didn’t know what to do with the feelings that evoked inside her. She certainly liked it, though. Way too much.

She sat on the edge of one of the seats across from Ronald’s desk. Jack did the same, but his gun never wavered.

“Who are you?” Ronald asked.

“You are going to answer my questions. If I think you’re lying, I will kill you.” Sophie didn’t think he would, but Jack’s icy voice was convincing. “How long have you been working for Miguel Vargas?”

Ronald shot a mournful look at Sophie, then returned his gaze to Jack. “Six months.”

Hearing him admit it sent a punch of shock slamming into Sophie. She’d known Ronald for years. He’d devoted his life to helping people. It was the reason he’d started SBMS. To get medical supplies to countries that otherwise wouldn’t have any. How had he become involved with a man like Vargas?

Jack continued, that same edge in his voice. “Who is he working with in Africa?”

“I don’t know.”

Jack’s gun hand shifted along the desk and Ronald threw his arms up.

“I don’t know, I swear. Miguel doesn’t tell me anything.”

“Why does he want Sophie dead?”

“I . . . I’m not sure. He knows she was at Keane’s hangar Sunday night. And now he also knows she took pictures.”

Jack was silent for a moment as he watched Ronald. “Is that why he tried to have her killed?”

Ronald nodded and once again Sophie felt as if someone had punched her right in the gut. Ronald had known Vargas tried to kill her. She struggled to find her voice, wanting to know if it had been before or after she’d almost died the first time.

Jack took a menacing, controlled step closer to the desk. “Did you know he planned to kill her?”

Tears burned Sophie’s eyes as she waited for the answer.

“No, I swear it. He called me Monday and said he’d be taking care of her, but then you guys disappeared. When she called me I told her to stay away.” He turned to look at her then. “I told you to stay out of Miami. Sophie, you have to believe me, I never thought you’d be affected by any of this. It’s—”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t talk to her unless I give you permission.” Jack tapped the desk with his gun, drawing Ronald’s attention back to him.

Ronald paled as he stared at Jack. “How long has Mandy worked here, Sophie?” he asked her, his focus never wavering from Ronald.

She wiped away the few stray tears threatening to spill over, refusing to cry in front of either of them. “About a year, but she interned here her senior year in college.”

Jack’s mouth pulled into a thin line as he directed his next statement to Ronald. “You said you’ve been working with Vargas six months.”

Ronald shifted nervously in his seat, his eyes on the weapon. “I have. I didn’t know Mandy even worked for him until tonight. I swear! She said she’s been monitoring Sophie’s actions and basically admitted she’s the one who told Vargas that Sophie took pictures at the hangar. She found them on her computer.”

Sophie gripped the edge of the chair. If Mandy had been monitoring her, then Vargas would definitely have known of Hannah’s importance in her life. Hannah was the only friend who called the office. Hell, Sophie had even invited Mandy out to have drinks with the two of them on more than one occasion. That treacherous bitch.

The fear and worry she’d been keeping at bay pushed at her again, making her entire body tense, but she ruthlessly shoved them back down. She had to get through one problem at a time.