“Khalia.” A hand waved in front of her face. “Hello?”She looked away from the Emirates 767 parked at the gate waiting to take them to London and turned to blink up at Tom. “Sorry?”He didn’t comment on her spacing out, just gestured across the gate lounge toward the snack shops where a few vendors were open to cater to the tourists who weren’t observing the Ramadan fasting. “I asked if you want something to eat before they start boarding us.”“No thanks.” Ick, the last thing she felt like doing right now was eating. She glanced at her watch. They were due to board in another few minutes. Tom as well, since he was coming with her and Ray all the way back to Chicago. He’d told her he meant to see her home safely, and she wasn’t going to argue because the truth was she felt better with him there. God knew she needed the mental support Tom’s protection gave her.She covered another dry cough with one hand, winced as it pulled at the stitches in her upper back. There wasn’t an inch of her
PrologueEthan had never cut it this close on a job before. His face and arms were covered in black paint. The black shirt and pants he wore were one of his standard uniforms, one he’d been wearing for as long as he could remember.As he crouched down behind the small air conditioning unit next to the recently renovated house, he swore he’d never cut it this close again.He watched as the four men argued over the small body. Was the kid still alive? Even though it wasn’t part of his guarantee for the job, he hoped so.He had less than five minutes before the final call that would decide the fate of the boy. It was now or never. Rushing from his position, he scaled the side wall in a blink of an eye, then quickly made it around the small house until he was standing at the back door. It took less than thirty seconds to open the locked door and even less time to make it to the end of the hallway. Since he was in all black, he doubted the four kidnappers could see him in the darkened room.
Ethan fought to stay conscious by breathing slowly and blinking his eyes a few times. He’d been hit by a large chunk of wood from the door during the explosion. He felt the slickness of blood oozing down the back of his head, and when he reached back, his hand came away red. He felt Ann’s unconscious body under his and when he moved to sit up, he felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He continued to breathe slowly.He knew they needed to get moving. Shaking his head lightly, he demanded that his body start functioning. He looked down at Ann and noticed a large knot on her forehead. Gently he pushed her bright blond hair aside to take stock of the wound. She might have a concussion. Running his hands over her, he felt for any broken bones or other lesions.“Get your hands off me,” she moaned as she tried to push his hands away.He smiled. Good, she was alive and awake.“We need to get out of here. The place is on fire.” He watched as her eyes slid open. She was glaring at him. God, he love
He watched silently from the crowd as her blond head disappeared into the masses. How could he lose sight of her so quickly? She’d been an easy target to follow the first night he’d been here. The fact that he had a dozen men out looking for her assured him that she’d be easily found by the morning. There was no place she could hide for too long. She didn’t know anyone here and there wasn’t a place that would take her in that he didn’t have eyes or ears on.He wanted this all tied up nice and clean by the time he had to go back to the States tomorrow afternoon. He couldn’t afford to be out of sight for too long. He needed to be seen, to be in the public eye, where he belonged.He spotted one of his men across the crowd and watched as the man crossed the crowd to meet him.“Have you spotted her?”“No. Somehow I lost them after they entered the street. We’ll find her; she couldn’t have gotten that far.”They were supposed to have her in their hands before the explosion ripped through th
Ethan watched her eyes blink several times.“Austin knows what happened. It’s all over the news that we were killed in that explosion. I called them to set the record straight,” he said and then started eating.“Did—did you tell them about my meeting with Heitor?” She twisted her hands in her lap, looking very nervous.He shook his head no, and she relaxed a little in her seat. “I didn’t see any reason to tell them what happened, other than we were alive.“What did Anthony say?” She leaned closer to his chair. “I didn’t talk to Anthony. I talked to Dave.”She gasped and starting choking. He quickly slapped her back lightly a few times until she could breathe smoothly again.“Easy, Princess. There’s nothing to get worked up about.”She glared at him, “Would you stop calling me that. Besides, there is plenty to get worked up about. You talked to Dave Myers, the head of the network.” She quickly stood up and started pacing the floor. He watched her for a few seconds, then decided to go b
Ann walked into the dark room and felt around for a light switch. When the room flooded with light, she gasped. It was full of tall shelves stocked with everything from flashlights to rubber hoses. She almost tripped over her backpack as she started walking the aisles. Why would Javan have all this stuff? Who was he? How did Nathan know him?Taking the bag, she started walking the aisles, grabbing a flashlight, grabbing a handful of batteries, a box of matches, and other basic items. When she reached the back, her bag was heavy with stuff she thought she’d need. She’d spent four years in the Brownies growing up and knew what it took to go camping.She spotted a small silver box on the top shelf and took it down. Inside was a silver .45. She reached in and felt its weight, knowing she had to make room in her bag. She grabbed a box of bullets and before placing the gun in the small side pocket of the bag, she made sure it was unloaded. Her father had forced her to take gun classes a few
Ethan walked at a steady pace as he watched the back of Ann’s dark head. She defiantly fit in to the crowd now. Before, heads had turned when she walked down the street and men had seemed to fall aside with their tongues wagging. At least that’s what he always imagined. She had that effect on men, kind of like the coyote in the cartoons when steam shot out of its ears, and its eyes did the slot machine spin.Okay, so it wasn’t that bad. If he wanted to be totally honest, that’s the way he’d felt when he’d first seen her. She’d walked across the room in a hot red outfit, and he’d lost control of his wits. Not only had his temperature risen, well… he shook his head and cleared the image from his mind.They’d been walking for almost an hour and already he could tell she was slowing down. So far they hadn’t run into any trouble. When Ann stumbled, he reached out and took her arm. She yanked it free and glared at him. He smiled at her in return, which only caused her to frown. The small c
“What?” He threw the glass across the room and watched as it shattered against the wall. “You promised me you’d have her by morning. I don’t know if you know it, but it’s after one. I leave in less than five hours. I don’t care what you do or who you have to hire. Find that woman or you can forget about ever working in Brazil again.”He could feel the vein in his temple bulging as he looked across at the two men. He turned his attention to the larger man.“I told you, I don’t think the cameraman was who you said he was. He has to be from some kind of military forces to have disappeared like that. Maybe he’s an agent? All I know is that I have over a hundred men out looking, not to mention all the loyalists who have their eyes and ears out. Miss Rhodes has disappeared from Rio.”He leaned over the table and looked at the man. Even though the man was bigger than he was, he wasn’t afraid of him. After all, he was the one with all the power. If he didn’t like how the man was doing his job