At seven thirty the next morning Marshall pushed open the door of the team’s new office space the CIA had put them in. Alex was already there, along with the two other L.J Corp employees they’d worked with over in Cuba, all seated around a large rectangular table strewn with laptops and papers.
Blake Sean looked up to nod at him, a former Marine Scout/Sniper with medium-toned brown skin and hazel eyes. Beside him sat Bob Duke, ex Force Recon NCO and resident computer genius. Aside from Claire, Duke was the best Marshall had seen with IT stuff. His collar-length black hair was already mussed from him shoving his fingers through it. Staring at the laptop screen in front of him, he muttered a quiet curse and typed something with a series of quick keystrokes.Marshall strode over to take a look at the screen. “Hit a snag already?”Duke typed something else in and responded without looking up. “Whoever the Connery and Cuban terrorists have as an
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My God, had a work day ever gone so slowly before? She couldn’t remember one ever being longer.Claire rode down the elevator with Marshall and Alex, feeling caged in between their muscular builds in the confined space. Bad enough that she’d been paired with Marshall for at least part of this investigation, but she knew without a doubt that Luke had taken these two down to his office to talk about her and the possible threat against her. No one had said a word to her about the meeting since and it pissed her off. If she was in danger she had a right to know what was happening just as soon as new information came in. Except she knew Marshall would never hide something that important from her, no matter what. Didn’t mean she wasn’t curious as hell about what had been said in Luke’s office though.“I’m starved,” Alex said as the elevator passed the third floor. “You guys want to grab a bite together?”Marshall stole a sideways glance at her, pr
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Marshall followed her next to Robby’s. At his door she knocked a few times but there was no answer. Berating herself for the jolt of fear that seized her, she set the groceries down and dug her spare key out of her pocket. Her hand shook as she turned the brass knob. Inside she found Robby passed out on the couch, vials of pills lined up next to him on the coffee table. Pausing in the kitchen doorway, she stared at his chest. It was moving up and down. Claire closed her eyes and let out a breath of relief. For a moment she’d thought—“Everything all right?”She whirled around to find Marshall standing in the apartment doorway. She’d been so focused on making sure Robby was okay she hadn’t realized she’d left it wide open. “He’s just sleeping,” she whispered, the flood of relief draining what little energy she had left. “I’ll unpack these and get going. He’s not going to wake up anytime soon.”Probably better that he didn’t until she was gone
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Paulo couldn’t believe his luck. Considering who his target worked for, he’d assumed locating them would be much harder. Yet here he was, on the sidewalk across from the tidy brick two-story house in the quiet residential neighborhood of Columbia. All the lawns were manicured, the fallen leaves carefully raked up and placed into bags waiting at the curb for the city crews to take them away for composting. All except the house he was staring at.Its yard hadn’t been tidied up for a while, if the carpet of damp, decaying leaves was any indication. The lawn was in need of a mowing too. As if whoever lived here was either too busy to deal with it, or perhaps they didn’t care. Whatever the case, it made the property stand out in this well kept neighborhood. He cast another glance up and down the street. A jogger was headed away from him at the far end. Most of the driveways were empty, everyone off to work or to drop their kids off at school. This was too easy.
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He was up and out of the chair heading for the quiet of the living room without conscious thought. Oliver had never called him before. Ever. “Hi there. How are you?”“I’m…not good. I didn’t know who else to call.” The man’s voice cracked, sending Marshall’s pulse up a notch.Claire was fine, still out with her friends, or Duke would’ve called. “What’s wrong?”A shaky sigh answered him. “I can’t get hold of Claire but she told me you were in town. Are you still?”“Yeah, what do you need?”“Just… Can you meet me at her place? I need to talk with her and it would help to have you here when I do.” He was near tears, the ragged edge to his voice making the hair on Marshall’s nape prickle. “I’ll tell you everything when you get here.”“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Marshall hung up and raced back into the kitchen to grab his keys. Alex and Sean were on their feet.“What’s up? Do you need us?” Alex asked.He shook his head. “Not yet. That was Claire’s
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In the family room he eased her onto the loveseat across from the sofa and didn’t protest when she turned away from him to curl into a ball at the arm of it. He placed the throw blanket over her but she didn’t feel the warmth. Exhaustion and numbness were beginning to steal through her body and she welcomed them both.“Oliver, would you mind getting her a drink? She’ll have orange juice in the fridge.”“Sure.” Her father pushed to his feet and shuffled into the kitchen, leaving her with the last person on earth she could afford to be alone with at the moment. He’d even remembered she always kept orange juice on hand—the pure stuff, not the concentrated crap. Every morning after he’d spent the night at her place they’d sat either at the kitchen table or out on the back deck, drinking a glass of it with their breakfast. The reminder sent a fresh flood of tears to her already burning eyes.Rather than try to hold her again Marshall sank onto th
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Claire rolled over and opened her eyes the next morning, for a moment confused by the rumpled state of the other side of the bed. Then it hit her all over again. Grief and shock that Robby was gone, the reality that it was really happening. She curled into a ball and focused on taking slow, deep breaths until the worst of the pain eased enough to allow her lungs to expand.A clinking sound came from the kitchen. She burrowed deeper beneath her quilt and blinked back the sheen of tears, placing her hand on the indent Marshall’s head had left in the other pillow. Twice she’d woken during the night and both times he’d tucked her back against his body without a word and stroked her hair until she fell asleep again.How was she supposed to keep her distance from him now? During their entire relationship she’d never seen this gentle caretaker side of him. With his daughter, sure, but that was different. With Claire he’d always been strong and take-charge, had a
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Marshall didn’t say anything, but he seemed a bit taken aback by her rant.“Seriously,” she went on, wanting him to validate her. “You went through multiple combat tours and other stuff, and I know you saw and did awful things. Every vet comes home with shit to deal with, I get that.” She could see examples of it right now, two of his soldiers’ names lost in combat inked into the designs on the backs of his forearms beneath the sprinkling of reddish hair there. Yet he’d found the will to deal with it all on his own, where Robby had not no matter how she or her father and everyone involved with his case had pushed him.She didn’t understand why her brother had to wind up a statistic. “You came through the other side and transitioned back into civilian life. It’s not like I blame him for being depressed and disillusioned, especially after his back injury, but I’m so fucking angry at him for quitting.” That was the crux of it. He’d given up and his last act
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Come on, did these people never leave their damn house on the weekend?Paulo fumed silently as he drove past for the second time that day and saw two SUVs still in the driveway. And now the damn lawn was already cut, too, which totally blew his cover and plans to hell. He hit the gas and continued down the street, searching for another option. Nothing came to mind, except for a direct assault on the house and he’d prefer not to die in this operation. His dedication didn’t extend all the way to suicide to ensure the target was eliminated. What the hell was he supposed to do now?Halfway down the block, his cell rang. A burner phone he’d picked up the day before at the local mall. He knew who it was without looking, contemplated not answering, but knew he’d be in even greater danger if he ignored it. Pulling over, he tamped down the fear and frustration twining through him and answered. “Hello?”“We’ve had no word from you in two days. Is ther