Tuesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.ZAK FROWNED AT THE darkened house. The sudden hush intensified the surrounding silence. At least out on the patio. He could hear the confused voices of the other guests melding together into a dull roar.What the fuck just happened?Where was Jabir's generator?Dots of light sprang up as people began using their cell phones as flashlights. Another set of doors to the dining hall opened and people trickled out.Yousef must be losing his shit right about now.Zak smirked and turned back down the path.He wasn't going in that house until the power was back on. Too many bodies, not enough air. Not his idea of a fun time.Fucking Killam.Zak kicked a rock on the path.That asshole. What right did he have to interfere last night? Where did he get off being one of that idiot Jabir's closest friends?Zak reached the end of the path.That was odd. Muhammad was gone. The kid had agreed to wait around, see if Yousef p
Ivy wanted to know the significance of the names Muhammad had listed off, but she also didn't want to appear ignorant in front of him."Your boss is communicating with all the major terrorist players." Piers turned his head and stared at Muhammad's profile. "Why the fuck are you working for him?"Muhammad shrugged. "He pays well. He takes care of us.""Mother fucker," Piers muttered.He was really running through the list of expletives there."What do you know about next week?" Ivy asked.Muhammad didn't look at her or acknowledge that she'd spoken.Piers rubbed his fingers together. "Answer the lady or you aren't going to like how this goes.""Nothing. Zak has me going back and forth, passing messages to people. They need money to move things. Buy things. Pay people off. There's also an issue with his man in America. I don't know what. Don't ask me. I just know something's wrong.""Do you have a name?""Nasar. I'm not supposed to know it.""Let me lay this out he
Wednesday. Nasar's Home. New York City, New York.NASAR SAT ON THE coffee table and stared at the years' worth of bread crumbs spread out on his floor. He'd arranged the pages documenting what he knew in chronological order, starting with everything he knew about the explosion that had killed his family.It had taken him a year, almost two, to uncover the tiniest bits of intel, and then it just kept coming.The men he'd met who shared his frustrations.The leak about accidental drone attacks.Cover-up rumors.Zak had told him they'd find the answers in America. That with the shift of the US military, the only way to discover more was to follow them. And Nasar had. Along the way, he did whatever job Zak asked him to do because it ultimately led to more information or a contact who could tell him more.It was Zak who'd arranged for Nasar to meet with the young man who'd told him about Daniel Smith.Everything came through Zak.Only Daniel Smith hadn't killed Nasar's
Wednesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.ZAK HUNG UP WITH his computer guy in New York City.What the hell had the kid been thinking to use a real man's name and file to give Nasar?This was a situation quickly spinning out of control. Zak just needed things to remain manageable for a little while longer. Then he could eliminate Nasar. The man had more than served his purpose and at this point was causing more problems than he was worth.Miran slid through the cracked doors, then glanced over his shoulder.Zak frowned. "What?"Miran kept his voice low and sat on the sofa adjacent to Zak. "Jabir's awake.""Okay, so? Is he pissed Yousef sent everyone away?""Not sure," Miran whispered."I don't care." Jabir's voice echoed off the marble.Zak sat up a bit straighter.There hadn't been any explanation given for last night. One moment the party was hopping, the next it was darkness. The power had come back on, but it took longer than anyone expected. A
Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza, Hostel, Ibiza.KILLAM STARED AT THE tall, white building in the morning light behind the iron fence. The place looked like a very large mansion and was even built just off a gated community of large homes. So far he'd counted four alert security guards. Each of them had carried themselves like a soldier. To Killam, who'd only been in for a hot second, their posture was what made them stick out the most. There was an air about a soldier that set them apart. Made them easy to pick out, as if they were a different breed.Ivy had it, though she also could shift into a different mode at times. But when she was in soldier mode, there was no denying the dangerous way she moved as anything but what she'd been trained as."Five guards, all carrying Glocks. Looks like they have body armor, too.""Five?" Killam frowned and glanced around."One in the guard shack. Three around the perimeter. One on the second floor. Only reason I saw him was because he moved. Ma
Killam was rather impressed.The man cared about this island. Maybe it was because of the connection to it or because the local economy impacted his bottom line, but Ivy had played it beautifully."Fuck," Orion muttered. "I do this, you put in a good word with Jenny for me.""Pro tip, don't call her Jenny." Ivy glanced over her shoulder as if expecting to get hit for even uttering the name.Orion waved them toward the gate. "Come in. Let's get you tucked away before anyone sees you."Ivy grinned at Killam. She knew exactly what she'd just done and was damn well proud of herself. As she should be.They were allowed through the gate and waved off by the guard. Orion led them around the east end of the house and onto a path bordered by the fence on one side and shrubs on the other. At first glance it appeared to be poor planning.The hedges helped hide things, possibly people, and create blind spots. That was until Killam spotted the cleverly concealed cameras. That was when he
Killam couldn't move.Ivy pushed off the closet, straightening herself. He held his breath, wondering if she'd go for that shower, but instead she took a step toward him, then another.His lungs burned, needing oxygen, but he didn't dare breathe.She lifted her hand and pressed her fingertips to his chest. His shirt was so thin he could feel the heat of her at all five points. Slowly her fingers curled into a fist with his shirt caught in her grip. She tugged him forward and he breathed in deep, catching the fading scent of her perfume. She tipped her chin up, her gaze on his mouth.He'd seen that look before, on the plane, and he'd been just as powerless to stop her. She lifted up a tiny bit and closed the distance between them.Ivy kissed him.That single point of contact broke his restraint. He gripped her hips, pulling her toward him until they were pressed together from knee to shoulder. Her other arm wound around his shoulders. He parted his lips and she did the same,
Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.IVY SLATHERED SUNSCREEN ON one leg, then the other. She was grateful for something to do other than look at Piers. They were the only two at the staff pool this late in the afternoon. Everyone else was working now that the main house was fully awake.She could see him out of the corner of her eye. The muscles in his chest and arms bunched as he turned the crank, opening the umbrella.When would she learn her lesson about the man?She'd been foolish to kiss him earlier. Foolish to push him down on the sofa and let things go so far. But she'd wanted some modicum of control. She'd wanted to make a choice and he'd been there looking at her like that.Ivy knew what had happened. Her rational brain could look at it all spread out and see exactly how she'd wound up having sex with Piers again after telling herself it wasn't a good idea. Then, to make matters worse, she'd curled up in a bunk with him and slept half the day away.It had begun
A week later...QUENTIN WISHED HE COULD savor this moment. He slapped the cuffs on the pint-sized asshole who'd had Candi's life in the palm of his hand that fateful night. Was it just a week ago?This should be more satisfying.It was, in a way.Eleven perfectly timed arrests effectively cut off all the heads of Metis. According to Nadine's notes, there was still one unknown head of the organization out there. But they were not alone. Metis itself wouldn't be ordering the death of anyone else. But it didn't bring Nadine back. It didn't restore the time Quentin had lost with Candi. It did make the world a little better, and in the end that's what mattered. Nadine's final acts were all about sacrifice and justice.Quentin stepped back as the FBI agents continued doing their job.He'd been granted permission to be here. As CIA, he had no jurisdiction nor the ability to make an arrest. Still, putting those cuffs on the little asshole felt good.Nadine would be pleased.
Sunday. Clementine Baker's Home, Washington, DC.CANDI CLUTCHED Q'S HAND in both of hers. "Is this it?""Yeah," he whispered.They stared at the moderate sized home in a DC suburb. Now and wind pelted them. Her teeth chattered. And yet, it felt good. The bone chilling cold reminded her that she was alive."Are we going to knock?" she asked."No. Come on. The FBI lookouts know why we're here."Q led her through the yard and a side gate. A uniformed police officer sat at the first-floor window watching them. Q nodded. Candi lifted a hand, but let it drop to her side without actually waving."This way."Solar lights chased away the shadows, making it less ominous. In a few hours, the world would wake up to a blanket of new snow. A clean slate.Candi didn't know how to feel right now.On one hand, they'd found Nadine. They'd done what they'd set out to do.But, Nadine was dead. Her final act had been to save Q and give them the means with which to combat two threat
Small hands shoved Quentin sideways a second before bullets erupted into the night.Quentin yelled. It was mixed rage and fear. He staggered sideways, only for Nadine to shove at him again."Move, damn it," she barked.They dove behind the shelter of a single boulder. This side of the creek the ground was rockier.Quentin yanked his sidearm out of his holster and sucked down air.Unlike the men at their back, Quentin didn't have unlimited ammunition. Not unless he took theirs."Give me a gun," Nadine hissed.He still couldn't trust her. "No.""Damn you," she growled."Come out and it'll be quick," a voice called out.Nadine laid a finger across her lips and stared him down.He opened his mouth, but she spoke first."You can't think I'm that stupid," she said. With her other hand she pointed back down the way they'd come.She wanted him to go to the creek?"I think you know what your options are," the man called out.Quentin's head knew he couldn't trust Na
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.QUENTIN KEPT AN ARM right around Nadine and held to the broken stub of a branch. The ground beneath them had started to crumble. He wasn't convinced that they'd keep their perch if he let go.Damn it.Every time they made a move someone was in their path. And it wasn't always the same pair.Were all six circling him and Nadine? Did that mean they'd captured Candi? Or had she gotten away?He'd heard a couple of shots off in the distance. Could it be...?No.He had to keep his mind here and now.Quentin strained to hear anything. A leaf on the wind. The crunch of a boot. Something.To Nadine's credit, even her breathing was soundless.Could he trust her to not turn on him?He didn't think so.She leaned toward him until she could whisper ever so faintly in his ear. "Now."He understood her meaning. They were both watching and waiting for an opening. Words were unnecessary risks.One thing was certain, he could trust Nadine to h
Candi's heart raced as she watched the man kneel by the bag and yank the zipper.She lunged left, behind a tree and drew her weapon.Overhead, there was no mistaking the whining whirl of helicopter blades. It might not be anyone friendly, but DC was about a half hour away by air. They'd called Q's contacts about forty-five minutes ago.Could that be help? More enemies? Something else?She didn't know, but she had to hope. She had to believe this wasn't how it was going to end."Hey!" the man barked. "Get back out here.""Keep the cash and let me go, no one has to know." She clicked the safety off the gun.Candi had mostly blocked out the fact that she'd shot and killed someone after being kidnapped. Now, it was on repeat in her mind.Could she do it again?If she got to tell Q she loved him-again-she'd pull the trigger.Her hands shook.The leaves rustled underfoot, allowing her to track the man's movements. She shifted around the tree, keeping it between them.
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.CANDI CROUCHED BETWEEN THE rotted out remnants of a tree and a dense holly bush. This was as close as she could get to the house without being seen.Where had Q and Nadine gotten to?Candi had run out of the house, unable to hear anything beyond the blood pumping in her ears. She'd pushed ahead, convinced those men were right behind her. The only thought in her head was that she couldn't lag behind or else Q would have to leave her.Only, it had happened the other way around.She didn't know when or how Q got separated from her, but when she'd paused to turn around and look, he was gone.Her teeth chattered together. Had something been on the news about a cold front? The winter had been awfully mild so far. It would be their luck for snow to settle in today.Please, no...Where were they?She cautiously peered out through the branches.All but one of the men who'd arrived at the house had gone into the woods.Was this a bad idea?
Friday. Harper's Ferry, VA.THIS WAS A DISASTER of her making.The stitch in Nadine's side felt like a knife was being plunged into her. That, or her scar tissue was warning her about the turning weather. The warm spell was most certainly over."This way," Quentin whispered.Her heart twinged.This was her fault.She was going to get this boy killed. And for what?Over the years, she'd lost her focus. She'd become a leaf, being blown about with no respite. She'd done things to stay afloat, things she regretted.Like involving Quentin.He didn't know it yet, but she wasn't leaving this forest alive."Shit," Quentin muttered."What-?"She never got the question out. Her foot slipped on the underbrush then she tripped on a root. Only, the ground wasn't where she thought it should be. She pitched forward and just kept going. Her shoulder hit the steep incline first, then the rest of her. Limbs tore at her clothing. Rocks scraped her skin. Something rubbery smacke
Friday. Safe House, Unknown, VA.QUENTIN HELD TIGHT TO Candi's hand. He kept glancing at her to make sure she was really there and he hadn't imagined her dramatic return. He had the urge to leave Nadine here and run away with Candi, somewhere it would be just the two of them forever.Instead, he secured the front door then stood in the entry staring at her."And here I thought you'd finally grown a brain," Nadine said dryly.Candi held up her other hand, extending just her middle finger in Nadine's direction.Quentin's phone buzzed. He knew before he pulled it out that it was Wesley. Quentin turned the screen toward Candi. She shrugged and didn't offer any insight into what he should say or do.He clicked the answer button and put it on speaker."Wesley, hey.""Is she there?" Wesley's voice was flat, emotionless.Quentin glanced at Candi. "Yeah."Wesley sighed heavily. "Damn it.""You're on speaker," Candi said."Do you have any idea what I sacrificed to help
Friday.CANDI SLUMPED DOWN A bit more. Wesley gripped the steering wheel like he was on a race course. From where she sat, she could see the speed wavering between five and ten over the speed limit.He couldn't wait to get away from Q.Her heart nearly seized up just thinking that.She wrapped her arms around her more tightly, as if she could hold herself together with strength alone.It felt like history repeating itself.She had to leave because of Nadine for her own good.While Q remained where he was.Candi understood his resolve to carry through with his job. She really did. But her heart couldn't help but feel abandoned. Again.Q had chosen Nadine once over her, and now it was happening again.Yes, Candi knew it was different. This was about doing the right thing and protecting themselves."You're awfully quiet," Wesley finally said."Know your audience," she mumbled.He glanced at her. His sunglasses hid his eyes and made it impossible to guess at wh