MARCO POINTED HIS STOLEN car out of Moab and rode the gas hard.Nothing mattered anymore.Fiona was gone. He'd fucked it all up. All that was left to do was wrap up his crap and go back to work. If he was lucky, this whole thing would blow over.Yeah, right. The blowback was going to suck him down in a bad way.Maybe Ghost needed a partner.Whatever the man had on Uncle Sam, it kept the authorities off his case.Speaking of, it was past time to make contact.Marco pulled out his-no-Fiona's burner phone.Fuck.He swiped his thumb over the screen. He'd grabbed it off the desk. He'd meant to give it to her when they got in the ATV, but she'd left without it. Without him.This wasn't supposed to happen.She wasn't supposed to matter.But she did.For the first time in his life, he got those cheesy country songs his sister liked to listen to. The ones about heartbreak, dogs getting ran over in the rain, and your ex leaving you high and dry. Only...it served him rig
FIONA SAT ON THE bed and stared at the wall. She hadn't slept much despite how comfortable the bed was, and how good the sheets felt after a gloriously hot shower. Nothing could touch her heart.It'd been a whole day now since she'd last seen Marco and yet...it felt as though he was there with her. Just outside her line of sight. She wanted him to be there...and she hated him and she...she didn't know what she felt for him. It was too jumbled.She'd been numb with fear before. This was...a different kind of numbness. She ached deep inside of her. As many times as she'd experienced heartbreak before, this was possibly worse. Worse than even Heath. With him...she'd been pissed. Angry. She'd wanted revenge. This thing with Marco ran deeper though.Marco knew her truth. All of it. And she'd let him use her.She should have known when things started going bad, when he had a friend nearby that could solve all her problems while she took a vacation, that it wasn't right.Who did tha
MARCO SLAMMED THE DOOR shut to Ghost's one-room rental. It wasn't the same one as before. It was across town in another walk-up over a different store. At least this one didn't smell of grease, and it had two single beds. As a bonus they had a hot plate and a tiny sink, in addition to a bathroom down the hall. So long as they paid in cash, no one asked questions."No luck?" Ghost didn't turn from the mountain of monitors.Marco was pretty sure Ghost added a new one every time he left."No. He's not fucking there." Marco dropped onto the single bed, exhaustion weighing him down. The texts from his family weren't stopping. Everyone wanted to know what the hell was going on, and where was Danny? Since Marco couldn't give them answers about current events, he'd gone in search of his cousin and come up empty handed."He's probably jacked up somewhere, living the life." Ghost's tone was dismissive to the point it got Marco's hackles up."What would you know?" It wasn't like Ghost w
FIONA STOOD IN THE kitchen, too scared to cross the living room back to her cave of a room.Scott was seriously pissed.All she'd been able to figure out was that they were somehow locked out of not only her computer, but all of the machines connected to the network they had remote access to.The phone calls had started rolling in a few minutes after Scott threw a tablet against the wall. The shards of glass and bits of the external casing had been worked into the carpet by the other two guys going back and forth. Apparently, they weren't the only ones who could no longer access their machines. If what she suspected was true, this block extended not only to their location, but whatever server system they were attached to. Thursday morning, everyone in the company would be just getting in, trying to get their email. It was a disaster.Fiona didn't know a lot about the way the federal government ran their IT departments, but she knew the kind of permissions it took to just get ac
MARCO PECKED AT THE computer keys with his index fingers. He'd never picked up two-handed typing, and whenever possible, he kept far away from a computer. Especially if other people were around. This was an exception.Ghost paused from time to time to glance at Marco and snort.They didn't have time to toss the shit back and forth.At 10 a.m., Ghost had flipped the switch on his bit of code, locking everyone out of the Good Global network. It was time to force Fiona to come to them, before it was too late.They'd found Scott's true identity. In an odd turn of luck, it was Marco who lucked on the trail that led him from Scott DuPry of Vernon, West Virginia to a computer tech who had fixed Scott's laptop on a work trip to Boise, Idaho. According to data on that name, the tech had to be around a hundred and twenty years old. From there, Ghost and Marco had followed a digital trail of identities around the country.There was a pattern.Dead people's social security numbers r
FIONA SAT HUDDLED IN the middle seat of the SUV. They'd packed the whole team, except one, into the truck when the time came to meet up with Marco.She still hadn't figured out who or what Scott was, but she knew he wasn't a federal officer. He'd lied to her, and these other men were in on it. He hadn't said it, and she hadn't acknowledged it, but she was pretty sure they were all aware the ruse was up.Fiona was a prisoner.And she'd walked into this trap of her own, free will.She gripped the arm rests with both hands. If only this was a rescue, and not an information swap. She was goods. A commodity. And both Marco and Scott wanted her because inside her head was the organizational structure for the NueEnergy files. Who would have thought one simple administrative task from her first year working for the company would lay the groundwork for-this?She was a cipher.A tool.That was what she was to them.Scott needed her to...she didn't know. He clearly wasn't trying t
MARCO MUTTERED CURSES UNDER his breath.He'd known this was likely to happen. It's what he'd do in Scott's position."I've got the driver," Ghost said through the ear piece."Scott, don't do anything stupid," Marco said."You're forcing my hand here." Scott tightened his hold on Fiona. Her eyes were so wide and full of fear...Scott was going down. Marco didn't care what the cost was, he couldn't hurt Fiona like this."You're aware I'm not alone?" Marco swallowed. He wanted to charge over there and really kick this guy's ass. He hadn't done a good enough job the first time. Clearly."Your guy shoots me, I shoot her.""You do that, you get nothing.""We both get nothing." Scott grinned.Just what Marco thought. Scott wasn't in this for the money or anything tangible."Make the deal," Ghost said."How about this?" Marco shifted. Just a little. His gun was in the door of the car. He could grab it in a split second, but it might not be fast enough."The password,"
SCOTT'S HANDS SHOOK. HIS stomach churned. Sweat soaked the back of his shirt.The suburban houses passed in a blur. The soldier boy knew.How the fuck did he know?Scott had covered his tracks. Nothing should be able to connect him with his handle. He'd been careful. So how had the idiot figured it out and not Brat?It was over. This whole ruse was done for. When they got back to the condo, he'd go out for something...and never come back. He'd found Brat once, he could find her again.A phone rang and Scott started.Goon #1 answered his cell, one hand on the wheel. His side of the conversation was monosyllabic.Scott could wait until the goons were off shining their guns or something. He'd go out through the garage and hoof it to the bus stop. He had a few things stashed across town. It wouldn't take long to get there. He'd burn this identity and figure it out from there. Yeah, he didn't have cash, but with Brat out of his hands, and no doubt headed straight to the FBI
Two months later. Ekko's Apartment, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.EKKO STARED AT THE table with the spread of food laid out.Was there enough? Did she need more? Would Coco and Paxton like it?She reached out and adjusted the tray of cheese so it was at more of an angle instead of perfectly aligned to everything else.It looked too neat."Stop." Silas took her hand and spun her toward him, capturing her against his chest with strong arms around her waist."It looks like I'm trying too hard." She smoothed her hands up and over his shoulders."Stop. It's just Paxton and Coco.""Your best friend and his fiancé, who I haven't met yet.""What?" Silas' face scrunched up. "You've talked to her dozens of times.""In the background of you and Paxton talking. That doesn't count." She pulled away from him and proceeded to turn dishes a little this way and that."You do realize Coco spends most days digging in elephant shit and stuff, right?""Silas." She scowled at him."What?" He gr
IT FELT LIKE THE weight Silas had been carrying around in his gut had now attached itself to his eyelids. He floated in darkness, no longer asleep but not yet awake. Someone had called this twilight once, though he couldn't recall who. Something wouldn't let him go back to sleep. There was something he needed to do. It was urgent.What the hell was it?That nagging question hounded him as he ever so slowly gathered his strength.He wasn't aware of time or how long it took to wrestle one eyelid open, but at long last he peered out of his darkness into...more darkness.Well that was just dandy. What the fuck?He blinked that one eye again, letting his vision adjust. He was in a room and there was a light on, it just didn't do much.Machines beeped and whirled around him.That was a sound he could never mistake and it told him the first piece of his puzzle. From there the others fell into place, one after another.He was still in the hospital.He'd been hurt.There was a fight.
EKKO CLUNG TO THE stretcher bearing Silas out to the parking lot.She hadn't realized how bad his injuries were. He was barely keeping his eyes open. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she kept pace with the two paramedics. Silas covered her hand with his as they came to a stop at the bumper of an ambulance.Paxton, Brett and Vito were sitting inside. They were worse for wear and grim, but seemed okay.All around them police were marching uninjured people they'd arrested to sit in a line next to a chain-link fence blocking the sidewalk. The night was lit up with swirling lights that made her head spin."Where's Chayan?" she asked. Her heart was tearing in two, aching for both men.A little distance away an ambulance took off, sirens blaring. She hoped it was the one with Pasley in it."Ma'am, I need to look at that wound," a paramedic said to her.She held tight to Silas' hand. "What about Chayan? Older man, little taller than me? Salt and pepper hair?"Silas had said he was fine.
IGNEY PACED IN A circle, looking down each hall in turn.Where were they? Had he miscalculated? Were they willing to lose the woman so long as they got the man?His orders were clear. Get both the man and the woman.The woman was a symbol. Too many young people had taken to the streets because they listened to others like her.The man though, he knew things.Killing the woman was personal. Chasing her had cast him in a bad light. But the man was more important in the grand scheme of things."Fuck," Igney muttered. He glanced at a pair of men striding for the doors. "You. Come here."The men never glanced at him. Because they didn't understand him?He whirled to face Alban. "Where are the others?""I don't know where Delem and Michil are." He grimaced. "I haven't heard from them since we split up to search the building."That wasn't good.Igney had heard a lot of gunfire. Was it possible the other men he'd brought with him were dead?If both Chayan and Pasley escaped, leavin
EKKO'S ONE OFFENSIVE ATTEMPT was an utter failure. Her head spun and she was going to be sick.This wasn't good.She felt like a ragdoll being drug around, first by Igney then another man she didn't recognize. He spoke Daurian though which could only mean one thing.He was London DSS.Her body chilled. Was that from fear or the blows to the head? She didn't know anymore."Come find me, Pasley, or your little bird dies," Igney cackled into the radio.She tasted bile.Pasley had called her little bird back in the park.Igney cackled like a bad movie villain. The man was enjoying this. He was getting off on torturing them all.What about Silas?Pasley was with him.If Pasley told Silas, if he knew, they would come for her. Silas was determined to bring them all home and to keep her safe. But if he did, if he came to her rescue, Igney would kill them. Igney needed her and Chayan. Which meant he couldn't kill her here and now. It was an empty threat. Wasn't it? Did she dare belie
SILAS PUSHED HIS GROUP hard as they traversed the second floor. The sun had fully set, plunging them into complete darkness where there weren't windows or other lights.This building was a damn maze, and every turn they needed was blocked by too many people to fight their way through.There had to be more than the fifteen or so they'd estimated. More like thirty.This wasn't good.What about Ekko? Where had the others gone to?He'd hoped getting down here meant they would find her and Paxton, but so far all they'd found were a few bodies. At least they knew Paxton and Brett were eliminating the other side. But no one had taken the ammo or guns. Why? When resources were this precious, why not take them?Could they have gotten free? Did he dare hope?Something thumped in the darkness. Like a heavy footfall.Silas cursed himself as he skidded to a stop. He didn't see anything, but his gut screamed at him. He pivoted and threw himself at Chayan, shoving the other man aside. Silas w
THE DARKNESS FELT AS if it were swallowing her.Ekko clung to the back of Paxton's shirt like he'd directed. She couldn't shake the sensation that there were hands out there reaching for her. That Igney or one of the others were biding their time and waiting for the chance to kill her.Where was Silas? What about Chayan and the others?They'd been separated before she realized what was going on.Behind them a burst of gunfire spurred her on, shattering the silence.She knew it was Brett. Was he trading gunfire with someone? Those shots all sounded the same to her. She hoped he was safe. He was only one man and they had no idea how many were behind them."Stay close." Paxton reached back and pressed her hand to his back.Her head pounded with each and every step. It hurt so bad, but she didn't want to say anything. Her pain was minimal compared to what could happen."Will you cut that out?" Paxton yelled behind them.He side stepped and sort of skipped through a narrow gap betw
SILAS GRIT HIS TEETH to keep from telling Paxton to hurry the fuck up. It wasn't like Paxton was slow. The knife on his belt tool was small and no doubt dulled after cutting through several sets of thick, plastic restraints.Sitting like this it felt as though there was a ten pound weight sitting on his guts. He didn't know what the knife had cut, but Silas knew from the woozy feeling and blood making his jeans sticky it wasn't good. He had to get the others out of here before his clock ran out."Which way did they bring you up?" Silas asked Brett instead of chafing at how long getting free was taking.Brett stood by the door, a discarded piece of wood held as a weapon. "We came in some doors, up a stair to our right then a long walk down here. You?""Different way." Silas grimaced. "Do we retrace our path, or avoid it? How many people were with you?"Brett grimaced. They'd been hooded when they arrived. "Hard to say.""Let's assume at least the three that came in here plus one o
EKKO STARED IN SHOCK, her head spinning as the men left the room again."S-Silas?" she whispered so softly she barely heard herself.He slumped sideways groaning.Had that man-that monster-just stabbed Silas?"Man, Silas, dude, talk to us." Paxton had scooted forward, his arms extended behind him, attention on Silas."I'm fine." Silas' voice was strained. "Brett, Vito, how are you two?""Alive," Brett groaned."Vito? Man?" Silas shook his head and sat up straighter."Fine."This was it.Ekko swallowed.They'd done everything and in the end, they were outplayed.The DSS would kill them. She wasn't sure why they hadn't already, but she didn't doubt that death was the final move. All of these people, they were going to die because she'd been arrogant. She'd thought she knew what she was doing, when in fact she hadn't a clue.A sob tore out of Ekko making her already aching head pound harder."Ekko?" Silas called out. "Ekko, listen to me, this is going to be okay. Pax?"A ch