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  He wanted them all dead. He wanted the world to remember Frank Larkin, and how he took all these stupid sheep to the bottom of the ocean.

  With luck, even the survivors wouldn’t survive for long.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  “WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?” JENNER WAS NEARLY AT a jog, trying to keep up with Cael as he moved at a fast pace down the long, deserted passageway. He held her hand, which would look better than the usual iron grip on her arm if they ran into anyone. So far, they hadn’t.

  When he realized that she was struggling to keep up, he shortened his stride—only a little, but enough to give her a break. “I have things to do this afternoon. You’re going to stay with Faith for a while.”

  “You mean she’s going to sit with me.” As in, babysit. She didn’t like it at all.

  While she was more than ready for a break from Cael Traylor, she didn’t know Faith. She knew the facade, but likely Faith was, like Cael, two people: one public persona, one private. The public woman was classy, serene, quiet, and seemingly thoughtful. What was the private Faith like? She was about to find out.

  Cael knocked, the door opened, and they were ushered in. The first thing Jenner noticed was that Faith was not alone. Tiffany was also there, sitting on a blue sofa, long legs crossed, eyes all but shooting daggers. Both women were dressed casually, as Jenner was. Their outfits were expensive and classically cut, even Tiffany’s colorful sundress.

  Remembering what Syd had said about the suite she’d chosen for them—lots of blues and two bedrooms—Jenner wondered if this was the one she and Syd would have been staying in if everything hadn’t gone bat-shit crazy. For all she knew, there were a hundred staterooms just like this one, but she doubted it, because she was pretty sure she remembered Syd saying the suites were individually decorated.

  “Two hours,” Cael said simply, and then he left Jenner alone with the women, who stared at her as if she were a bug under a microscope.

  She didn’t like being in this position, and her back went up. “What, you’ve never seen a blackmailed, threatened, extremely cooperative prisoner up close before?”

  Tiffany laughed; it was an honest laugh, a little throaty, not at all like the shrill laugh she affected in public.

  Faith kept her composure. “We’re just doing our jobs. Would you like something to drink?”

  “No, thank you.”

  “Sit down, then, and make yourself comfortable.”

  So far, the private Faith was very much like the public one. Jenner was anxious to see how long that would last. She chose a chair in the seating area that put her back to the wall. “Are you always so polite to the people you kidnap?”

  The two women looked at each other with meaningful and silent communication, and Jenner felt like an interloper. An unwilling interloper, but still … these women, this team, were close. She was the outsider, but damn it, she hadn’t asked to be here.

  It was Tiffany who said, “This is a first, for us. Kidnapping isn’t exactly SOP.”

  “But you’re all willing to do whatever has to be done to get what you want.”

  “Yes,” Faith responded, calmly but with certainty. “You’d do well to remember that until this is all over and done with. Are you sure you wouldn’t like some tea?”

  Jenner looked from one woman to the other, and made herself remember that, like Cael, they were professionals. And dedicated, to whatever it was they were doing. She suspected either one of them could put a very quick stop to any resistance she might offer, which she wasn’t going to do. She didn’t want to lose her phone privileges.

  She leaned back a little, relaxed. “Actually, I’d love a cup of hot tea.”

  Faith smiled, like any other pleasant hostess. “Of course. Tiffany?”

  “Why not? Maybe we could get some little cucumber sandwiches, too?” she added with a slightly evil grin.

  Tiffany was one of those women who oozed sexuality. She was gorgeous, built, exotic, and the way she moved was unconsciously sensuous. Sitting there, watching her, Jenner couldn’t help but wonder if Cael and Tiffany had ever been … no, she didn’t want to go there. She felt the heat of a blush in her cheeks. As if she cared who Cael slept with! Well, he slept with her these days, in the very literal sense, but it wasn’t exactly sleeping she had on her mind when she wondered about him and Tiffany.

  Faith ordered room service: hot tea, along with fruit and an assortment of pastries. Then she added that her guest would love some cucumber sandwiches, and while they weren’t on the menu, she’d be grateful if that was possible.

  When Faith hung up, Tiffany said, “You should’ve requested the cute blond delivery boy.”

  Faith wasn’t smiling when she responded, “If Matt is working delivery this afternoon, he’ll keep an ear out for our suite numbers. For all we know, he’s on deck.”

  “Poor guy, he and Bridget drew the short straws on this one.” Tiffany studied her long nails. “Crew quarters aren’t nearly as nice as the suites, and they have roommates to deal with. Of course, the seventy-five-cent beer at the crew bar makes up for a few of the inconveniences, but Matt has to store any gear he doesn’t want nosy roommates going through in your suite or mine, and I think he and Bridget both have to shower with their cell phones.”

  “Tiffany,” Faith said in a censuring tone, glancing pointedly at Jenner.

  “It’s not like she’s totally in the dark,” Tiffany said, and turned to look directly at Jenner. “You’ve been a real trooper, Redwine.”

  As if she’d had any choice! Jenner calmly met her gaze. “Kiss my ass.”

  There was a burst of laughter from both women, and as it died away Tiffany added, “Shit. I like her.”

  —

  CAEL LISTENED AGAIN to the recordings from the afternoon’s short meeting between Kwan and Larkin, his skin crawling as he heard EMP from the North Korean’s lips. He’d talked to his government contacts several times, by secure cell. It hadn’t taken the agents on the island any time at all to take over following Kwan, relieving Faith and Ryan so they could return to the ship and take up their duties here. The agents on-island would be moving in on Kwan that very night; he remained under surveillance, and as soon as the right people were in place he’d be in custody.

  Though they’d located one contact, the job wasn’t over. Until they discovered who the traitor on the other end of the deal was there was a possibility of another sale, another transfer of information. One of Faith’s photos had identified the object being passed from Larkin to Kwan as a flash drive; it was possible that the FBI would be able to track its origins, but if not, their only lead was Frank Larkin.

  Knowing exactly what Larkin was doing, Cael felt a new and bone-deep contempt for the man he was surveilling. An advanced EMP weapon in the wrong hands would be a nightmare for the entire world. He didn’t know a lot about electromagnetic pulse, just that it played havoc with electronics. The modern world operated by computers. Develop an effective way of stopping those computers, and all hell would break loose. An EMP wasn’t a people killer—unless those people happened to be in airplanes that were suddenly uncontrollable because all their circuits had been fried—but that kind of technology sure as hell wasn’t something he wanted in the hands of a rogue nation.

  Cael also mentioned to his contact in D.C. that he suspected Larkin had something else, possibly crooked, in the works. There wasn’t any proof, just an odd line of overheard dialogue and a niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

  “Keep him under surveillance,” said his contact. “You need to in any case, until we know who’s selling the technology. If you come up with anything concrete, pass it on and I’ll get the information to the right people.”

  A little less than two hours after he’d dropped Jenner off, Cael knocked on Faith and Ryan’s suite door, ready to collect his albatross. Before the door opened, he heard a burst of laughter that made his skin crawl. That wasn’t right. What had the little witch done now?

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