FRIDAY. UNKNOWN, IRAQ.ERIN LOPEZ BALANCED HER weight on the ball of her right foot, doing her best Olympic gymnast impression. The crate had to be at least a decade old and wasn't structurally sound. She pressed her ear to the side of the building and listened to the vibrations transmitted by the stone. She willed them to tell her something, impart her captor's secrets, but all she got was a very cold ear for her trouble.When she'd first been dumped down here, she'd told herself that someone was coming to get her. As poorly organized as this group was, NexGen's security would find her.She'd held fast to that idea for all of twenty-four hours.The last day hadn't provided her with any reason to believe someone was coming for her, and that meant her chances of getting out of here were getting fewer by the second.The reality of her situation was that to these people she was a foreigner working for a foreign company taking what should belong to the local people. If NexGen
Erin held up her hand, shielding her eyes from the kitchen light. After almost three days of darkness, even a little light was too much.A man grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her up the steep stairs. Her head ached, and her eyes couldn't quite focus after being in the dark for days. Someone spat curses at her while another jerked her scarf down, covering her face.She saved her breath. These people had been hurt and wronged. They wanted a target for their anger. Begging them to see her as a person wouldn't change them. With any luck, her compliance would make them lazy. When they underestimated her, that would be her one and only chance out of this."What are you doing?" a woman demanded. The only woman Erin had heard."We're going," the man in charge of this faction said."No. No, you are not," the woman said."We have been here too long. It is not safe.""You cannot go anywhere now, you idiots. Weren't you listening? The truck isn't working."Several people mutter
FRIDAY. UNKNOWN, IRAQ.RILEY CAUGHT SIGHT OF another pair of men in long, white garments. They were being trailed from both sides. That accounted for four of the eight they'd identified as a threat."Grant? Nolan? Can anyone hear me?" he said, keeping his voice low."They're following us," Erin said.Fuck.There was some kind of interference on the comms. Once again, whatever toys these people had didn't make sense for the kind of operation they were running. "This way." Riley grabbed Erin's hand and pulled her into the darker shadows of one of the homes."What are we doing?" Erin whispered.Did he lie to her and keep her calm? Or did he bank on the hope she was cool under pressure given her background?He rolled the proverbial dice and decided to take his chances. The woman in that video who'd fought back was someone he'd like to work with."We're cut off from my team," he said. "We have a vehicle parked past these homes behind a service station. I need to get
"How so?" Riley didn't want to put ideas in her head, but he was of the same mind."They jammed your comms." She turned to stare at him. "An eight-person team breached a well-guarded facility in a heavily patrolled area-for what purpose? I'm not valuable. I don't have security clearance. Their resources don't match them. So either they bought the equipment-with what money?-or someone gave it to them because they wanted to hit that location." "Why would they do that?" he asked."Because someone wanted me out of the way or dead." She slid down in her seat. "I think...""You don't know for sure they were after you." What was it about Erin Lopez they didn't know? Why was she a target? He and the others hadn't figured out why they'd grab Erin, either.Erin studied him for a moment. He could feel himself hanging in the balance as she weighed him against something else. Could he say or do something to make her trust him? There was something about her eyes and that crooked smile of
FRIDAY, MOSUL, IRAQI KURDISTAN.MARK FOREST CLIMBED THE stairs to the ramshackle building that served as Allied Security's headquarters. It was a far cry from the air conditioned, comfortable office he'd had with NexGen, that was for sure. He'd had it made, and that upstart bitch had cut him off at the knees. Now he was reduced to running his company out of a shack and doing what amounted to the armored Uber of the Middle East.He peeled off his Kevlar vest and hung his helmet on a peg to dry. Though the city was undergoing a massive clean-up effort, and everyone wanted a piece of the pie of what was to be the biggest, organized city development in decades. He sat at his desk, the weariness weighing on his shoulders.It wasn't supposed to be like this. He'd scraped his way to the top. That NexGen gig was supposed to be his. He'd put in the hours, recruited the men, did the jobs. The side work was what it took to keep business going. Everyone knew there was a cost, and they tru
Once more, Erin flipped the lights off and jumped in bed before she could talk herself out of it.She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her mind to remember the room bathed in light instead of shrouded in shadow. She listened to her own breathing. The size of the room didn't matter. It was still damn loud, just like it had been in the cellar.Any minute, someone was going to bang on the door and jolt her awake.This wasn't working.She needed to move, to pace, to see.Erin rolled out of bed and flipped the lights back on.The stress had worn her thin. What she needed was to get home, back in her apartment, have a strong drink, maybe a sleeping pill. She'd work through this. She had to. She would.A tap at her door made her stop short.It wasn't the hinge rattling bang, but it might as well have been the way her heart galloped in her chest.She stared at the shadows under the door.Who was it?Another tap."It's me," Riley muttered.She glanced at the digital clo
SATURDAY, ERBIL, KURDISTAN.MARK FOREST CHECKED HIS phone again.His bad luck was changing. The dark cloud that had shadowed him ever since the day that woman stepped into his life was finally clearing out. His little kidnap scheme might have failed, but he'd entrusted ignorant people with a task far beyond their skills. What did he expect was going to happen?This time, he'd chosen his team wisely.Every man stood to lose everything if they let Erin Lopez live. They were committed to shutting her down and salvaging their futures.It was only a matter of time until she realized what she'd inherited. Mark had assumed they'd nipped the problem in the bud when he'd organized Osman Elahi's death. He was just another NexGen employee. Mark had found out too late that Osman was a paranoid bastard who made backups of his backups.Finally a text message came through.An address."Buckle up," Mark said to the men clustered into the back of the van.They'd get one shot at thi
Riley held up his hands. "Not...exactly."The doors opened again, and the other four members of the team hauled two plastic traveling crates inside while Thomas, Erin's bodyguard, trailed behind them. NexGen had insisted he'd be of service, but the guy was dead weight."Grant?" Melody infused a note of sweetness in her voice.Grant straightened and eyed Melody like he might a snake."Come here, please?" she asked.Grant crossed to the bar and leaned against it."He slept with the asset," Melody whispered."So?" Grant shrugged. "They're adults.""It's not appropriate." Melody blinked rapidly."Look, you're still new so you haven't been around, but this happens." Grant picked up a cup and drained it."We need to discuss this policy, because it isn't okay. How are you okay with this?""I trust my guys." Grant glanced at Riley. "We hire the best.""Erin." Grant nodded at the woman who'd almost snuck up on them. "Have a nice drive?""Yeah. Sure." Erin's reply was w
Three Months Later. Aegis Group Offices, Seattle, Washington.MELODY PLACED HER SERVICE weapon in the case and clicked the lid shut. This was the real moment for her when she got to switch off from a job. Used to it was when they turned a newly rescued asset over to whoever had paid to have them rescued, be that family, coworkers or other loved ones. However, after Ibiza everything had changed.She smiled at the newly hired munitions clerk and slid the case over. Unlike the guys she didn't feel the need to keep her weapons at home."I'm done with this. Thanks," she said."There's the sharp shooter," Vaughn said coming into the small room, Nolan and Riley bringing up the rear.Melody flushed and inwardly preened. That had been a rather exceptional shot there at the end."It was just a shot." She rolled her eyes and leaned an elbow on the counter as the guys all requested their own secure cases. "What are you three doing?""Carla's birthday," Vaughn said as if that expla
Tuesday. Forgery Front, Chicago, Illinois.MELODY WANTED NOTHING MORE than to let Grant take over. He was good at that. It was kind of his thing. But she knew he wasn't on Ethan's side. No one was. They didn't understand him. Not that she did either, but after spending a few days around him she had some insight to the man, he'd become.But first...She took Grant's face in her hands and pulled him down for a quick, hard kiss."I missed you," she whispered."You're safe." He squeezed her.She nodded then let go of him and turned her attention on Ethan.The man had taken two central mass bullets. He needed a damn doctor.She grabbed Grant's hand. No matter what came next, she wanted him by her side. She marched across the small space to where Ethan leaned on the only still-standing desk. Nolan had his gun trained on Ethan while a man she didn't recognize spoke to him."Who are you?" She stepped between Ethan and the newcomer. "Why aren't you getting him a doctor?"
Tuesday. Forgery Front, Chicago, Illinois.MELODY STOOD FROZEN TO the spot, the visual of the crackling electricity up lighting the faces of Ethan and Liman burned into her mind. It was like something out of an action movie.Ethan hauled back and rammed the bathroom door with his shoulder. He roared his rage.Liman was trapped. There was no way out of that bathroom. Eventually Ethan would get in or Liman would have to come out. Either way, it was going to be an explosive conflict.This was her chance to get out of here. The back door was unlocked. She could slip out and be gone. Call the cops, Grant, anyone more capable to deal with this. And yet she remained rooted to the spot, unable and maybe a little unwilling to move.They'd already left Ethan once and look where that got him.Ethan planted his back against the wall and kicked. She heard the pop of hinges. Another kick and the door clattered to the floor. Her stomach clenched. Ethan shoved off the wall, only to be h
Tuesday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Chicago, Illinois.GRANT PUSHED UP OFF the cot. Some thoughtful person had brought four of them into the ops room at some point. He'd actually managed half an hour of sleep. It was better than he'd gotten trying to crash back in his room. Something about being near the constant buzz of activity helped ease his mind.He stretched, paying attention to the twinges of muscle protesting. The soreness was worse now post-crash.How was Melody feeling? Did she have any injuries?Watching the video, the ambulance had more or less driven off the road and tipped over. With any luck she wasn't badly injured.Grant gave Marco and Luke a wide berth. Both men had chewed his ass out for potentially risking Hannah and running into a situation by himself. Grant wasn't keen on rehashing that. Instead headed for the computer in the corner where Ghost had set himself up. Most people avoided him, which was fine for Grant. He didn't have to like the guy to use
Tuesday. Hotel, Chicago, Illinois.LIMAN LAID OUT EVERYTHING he'd spent the last thirty-six hours gathering. When he'd left their safe house he'd wanted to take supplies with him, but didn't dare beyond some cash. All he'd had was what he was wearing, some jewelry and a couple things he knew he could hawk at the pawn shop around the corner.It had taken some work hustling the goods he had, turning them into more profitable items, but he had a couple thousand in US dollars, three new to him guns and a small collection of ammunition, and if all went as planned, in another day he'd have a passport that would grant him an escape from this dammed country.He knew he couldn't go home. That bridge was burned. As soon as his government learned about the utter disaster, they'd want to bring him in for questioning. It wouldn't end in a simple debrief. There were no answers he could give his superiors that they'd accept. The only true end would be Liman's death.He had no intention of
Tuesday. Unknown.MELODY'S TOES HURT.That was her first coherent thought as her mind rose from the groggy sleep of the dead. She remained exactly where she was, as if even her subconscious was aware that there was a predator nearby.The handcuff secured to her left wrist bit into her skin and her fingers were numb, no doubt from the way she'd been laying.She strained to listen harder. There was no sound of traffic or horns. She couldn't even hear someone walking around, the whish of fabric or the soft sounds of someone breathing.If she didn't know better, she'd think she was alone.What did she smell?The air was musty and she recalled a vague memory from last night that included a sneezing fit."I know you're awake," a man said slowly.He was so close his voice seemed to rumble across her skin.Melody sucked in a breath and her eyes popped open.Ethan sat next to the bed, his clasped hands resting on the edge of the mattress. He was watching her."Jesus."
Monday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Chicago, Illinois.GRANT KEPT STARING AT the map, as if it would suddenly reveal where Melody was. He knew it wouldn't, but as the hours ticked by his hope was beginning to wane. Eventually they'd get a lead. They always did. But would it be too late for Melody?"I know who he is," Gavin announced.Grant straightened and stared at the younger man holding his tablet up like a beacon."And?" Marco prompted.Gavin referenced the tablet screen. "Liman Fahed. Intelligence officer for the General Directorate of General Security.""And that tells us, what?" Grant asked."A name is a start," Ghost said.Grant ground his teeth together and focused on the map.A name was just a name, especially when they didn't know how to find the man.He'd hoped that with Ghost's arrival, they might make some sort of forward movement on locating Melody, but they were still stuck in a holding pattern.They needed a lead."So I guess it's not useful to
Monday. Unknown, Chicago, Illinois.MELODY KNEW SHE WAS dozing. She hadn't actually fallen asleep, even if the odd, twilight state between sleep and wakefulness made her question that knowledge. Exhaustion had won out, more or less. But she couldn't relax enough to become totally unaware.A soft jangle of metal lured her consciousness back into the land of the living. It wasn't a suspicious noise. More like she'd moved and maybe disrupted the coil of chain. Or Ethan had finally decided to stop playing at being a statue.Thinking the man's name caused Melody to shiver. She opened her eyes, blinking into the relative darkness. The light filtering in around the door from the next room over provided enough light for her to make out shapes.Ethan was no longer sitting.He stood. Judging by the way his shoulders hunched, his back was to her, his attention on the handcuff securing him to the wall.The chain jangled again. He grunted.The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Sunday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Chicago, Illinois.GRANT STARED AT HIS new phone. Zain had a bundle of them delivered via a courier about an hour ago. Since Aegis Group hadn't contacted Lepta Team's family beyond a few of the guy's girlfriends, it was imperative they have a means of communicating.The gut-punch had been opening up his photo gallery to see pictures of Melody. They'd gone to a nice dinner last week before leaving on the job. She'd looked beautiful in a goldish-pink dress that had shimmered. She'd rolled her eyes when he took a picture of her with the city lights behind her.Zain was nothing if not thorough. Of course their new phones would be updated with all their information and preferences, right down to the custom sound Grant had picked for Melody's texts.He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling.Following the outburst earlier Grant had opted to wait in the hall where he wouldn't be tempted to stick his nose in things and slow people down.