“I don’t accept questions concerning my orders,” TQ replied, “but this warrants an exception.”
“Because?”
“One of your targets, Harper Kennedy, works for a privately contracted organization called the EOO. They have very capable and highly trained operatives. You will need all your skills to destroy that one.”
“The EOO,” Jack repeated, to make certain she’d heard right.
“You’ve heard of them.”
“Yeah, but all I know is what you’ve already mentioned.” Jack had never met this Harper Kennedy, but the name fit because of the distinctive surname. “I don’t know if I want to get involved with killing one of their people.”
“You can’t handle it?”
“I can handle a contractor,” Jack said. “I don’t want to deal with the wrath of the organization.”
“No one does. You’ll have to make sure they never find out who did it. Should they link you or me to Kennedy’s death, I will spare them the trouble of killing you.”
“Goes without saying.” Jack took another sip of whiskey. “Business is business, and any business must be protected.”
“Wise beyond your humble means.”
“Why is this Kennedy a problem for you?”
“She’s been hired to protect Wagner, who belongs to me.”
“Protect her from who?”
“Me,” TQ replied cryptically, “but Kennedy doesn’t know that.”
“Is Wagner a deserter? Is that why you want her dead?”
“Wagner is a means to end. She was hired for one specific purpose, and once her job is done, she is ineffectual.”
“I still don’t see why Kennedy is a problem.”
“I’ve invested a lot in Wagner, and it’s paid off,” TQ said. “She is doing a marvelous job. But she is getting increasingly emotionally unstable and too close to Kennedy—her security guard—who is already suspicious about certain affairs of mine.”
If an EOO op was hired to babysit someone, that individual was either a major threat who warranted constant surveillance or a VIP who needed constant protection. This Wagner was probably in the first category. She couldn’t imagine why any op would choose or accept to become a bodyguard. Personally, she couldn’t see throwing herself in front of a bullet to protect anyone besides Cass. “When?”
“Not long anymore. A few days.”
“What happens after this hit?” Jack asked.
“You wait until I need you again.”
“And in the meantime?”
“I’ve made arrangements for you.”
“How long do you want to keep me here?”
“Until I trust you to come to me when I call. And yes, of course you could entertain the idea of notifying Ms. Monroe or running away while out on this job. But you won’t be alone or have a cell phone. And should you upset me for any reason, I will—”
“Yeah, I get it.” Jack didn’t want to hear another threat on Cass’s life.
“Good. Now, I need to get my beauty sleep, and you need to leave me to it.” TQ clapped her hands and the Asian woman came to stand in front of her. “Take her to the men waiting outside.”
*
Southwestern Colorado
Montgomery Pierce sat in his well-used, comfortable armchair and looked out at the mountains, some of the highest peaks still dotted with snow. The secluded two-story brick home he’d purchased when he became chief administrator was just down the road from the EOO campus. At sixty-three, he was more content with life than he had ever been, and if it weren’t for the doctor’s orders to avoid exertion, stress, and most of the foods he loved, things would be damn near perfect. The woman he’d loved since his twenties was finally at his side, the organization was blooming both with profit and new talent, and Jaclyn was alive and happy with a wonderful woman.
Although his relationship with her was based on frustration, mostly on Jaclyn’s side, Monty was happy enough to share any moments he could with her. Joanne insisted they have a good talk, and although he was tempted after Jaclyn found her mother in France, he frankly wouldn’t know where to start or how to end a truthful conversation without another blowup between them. Some things were better left unsaid, he insisted, especially since Jaclyn had very little tolerance and understanding for anything that had to do with him.
The phone rang once, jarring him from his reverie.
“Monty, it’s Cassady.” Joanne came out of the bedroom and handed him the phone. “She sounds worried.”
Ops never called his private number unless it was a dire situation. “Cassady?”
“Sorry to bother you at home, but I’m worried about Jack.”
Monty sat up straight. “Is she all right?”
“I don’t know. I’m in Boston preparing for the concert, and Jack hasn’t called me once in three days.”
“Maybe—”
“Monty, three days. She normally calls me several times a day. She didn’t even want me to go to Boston alone. I had to convince her to stay home.” Cassady spoke unusually fast, and Monty could hear the anxiety in her voice. She’d been through a lot of stress in recent months, but Cassady Monroe was a top operative and not one to raise an alarm without good reason.
“I see.”
“The performance is tomorrow, and if she doesn’t show up then, either, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know how I’m supposed to sit there and perform if—”
“Cassady, I know you’re worried, but try not to jump to conclusions.” Only when Joanne touched his hand did he realize how hard he was squeezing the armrest.
“I don’t know what to do,” Cassady repeated. “I’m coming back tonight. Screw the concert.”
“There’s probably a good explanation. Stay where you are and I’ll look into it.” He turned to Joanne. “Get David.”
“What are you going to do?” Cassady asked.
“Check your place.” Monty glanced at his watch. Cassady’s house near Colorado Springs was about three hours by car.
“She’d answer the phone if she were home.”
“Maybe—”
“Oh, my God. You don’t think she fell in the shower or something. Or… She’s dangerous in the kitchen, you know.” Cassady was rambling now. “Maybe she blew the place up, but…no, that can’t be. They would’ve called me if the house had gone up in flames.”
“Get a hold of yourself. Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
“Really, Monty, do you think I didn’t want to? Jack would have killed me if I told you I was worried about her, let alone ask you to check on her.”
“Why didn’t you ask a friend?”
“She doesn’t have any, except for Landis. I tried her, but she’s away on a job.”
Monty covered the receiver. “Why is David taking so long?” he asked Joanne.
“He’ll be here any moment, honey.”
“Part of me hopes she’s passed out on the floor,” he said into the phone to lighten Cassady’s worry. “Who knows what she’ll do if she sees me there.”
“Deal with it,” Cassady replied seriously. “She’d be a lot less messed up if you were honest with her.”
“Honest with her?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t.”
Cassady sighed. “Stubbornness, like denial, is hereditary, after all. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots, you know. She may look like her mother, but the rest is all you.”