Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
The guard stepped up but waved them through when he saw Ariel.
The minute they hit the sunshine, Ari pulled a semiautomatic out of the bag. “Damon keeps a go-bag in this car. They’ll head to a private airfield. Walt, I need you to figure out where they’re going and get Nick and Brody there as fast as possible.”
“Will do,” Walt said. “I’ll come back as soon as I know anything.”
The screen went dead.
Ezra turned onto the road and sped up.
He had to catch them. He had to get her back. What he would do with her then, he had no idea.
Chapter Two
Solo sat back in the ridiculously over-the-top limo. Only Levi Green would bring a stretch limo to pick up a so-called traitor. She tried the door but naturally it was locked. Child locks worked. She could get through a lot of tech, but she couldn’t take apart the door and get that lock to pop up.
Sometimes simpler was better.
She glanced down at her hands in her lap. One of the guards had zip tied them together in the elevator. She could have told them she wasn’t foolish enough to try to get away in the building, but that was a lie. If she’d seen any chance to run, she would have taken it. She’d barely managed to force herself to walk out of the conference room. She’d wanted to fight, but sometimes it was better to be patient. Especially when surrounded by a whole lot of people with guns.
The door came open and the devil himself slid onto the seat beside her.
Levi had taken off his jacket and laid it across the seat in front of him. The limo was top of the line and had space for at least six people, but Levi had made sure it was only the two of them. “Hello, Solo. We didn’t get a real chance to talk, but don’t worry. We’ve got all the time in the world now. Champagne? I believe this is your favorite.”
He reached over and opened the small fridge.
Dear god, was he going to try to make this into a date? “Have you lost your damn mind? You know I had nothing to do with Hope McDonald.”
He pulled out a bottle of Dom Pérignon. “Look, I didn’t even poison it. The label is still on and everything.” He proved he was well aware of how to handle the bottle. He had it opened with nothing more than a quiet pop. “And I was as surprised as everyone else to find your name and dossier on that list. There was also a detailed calendar of your movements and the jobs you did for The Collective. What happened, sweetheart? Did you lose all that money? It’s the only reason I can think of. Unless Beck made you do it. You always did have an unhealthy affection for him.”
“He was my husband,” Solo seethed. He’d been the love of her life. He’d barely looked her way. Was he sitting in his meeting believing everything they said about her? Had he already written her off? Or worse, was he satisfied that she wouldn’t cause trouble in his life anymore?
“Yes, and you saw how much those vows meant to him,” Levi said quietly as he poured a glass. “Do you want some? I promise it’s not poisoned.”
“Sure. Release my hands and I’ll take a glass.” She would punch him in the face and find a way out of this car.
Levi sighed. “You know I can’t do that because you would punch me in the face and try to kick your way out of the limo.”
At least he knew her well. “What do you think you’re going to get out of this? Because you know who I’ve been working for. Did you even run this by the director?”
He sat back as the limo stopped at the checkpoint and then moved through and out onto the street. “Of course I did. You think the president is going to save you, but he’s got other things to deal with right now. He’s on his way out. He’s got a couple of months left and he’s trying to push his agenda through before the election. After that he’s a lame duck and no one will listen to him. Do you honestly think he’s going to spend the rest of his capital on a CIA operative who worked for The Collective?”
“Now I worked directly for The Collective? Why don’t you tell me the whole story? I would love to hear this fiction you’ve crafted.”
He touched his chest with a wounded look on his face. “Moi? You hurt me with your suspicions. And there’s time enough for you to answer my questions. After all, I answered yours and you weren’t very nice to me.”
“You lied about everything, Levi. You’re the one who’s been working against Agency interests. Are you planning on paying me back?”