Friday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Cairo, Egypt.CARLA PEERED OUT OF the bathroom window into the courtyard below. Her experience with the rest of the world was confined to resorts and expensive hotels while traveling with Ashton. She was fascinated with the slice of real life she saw going on around her. The Aegis Group facility was, well, it looked like something out of a movie.The stone structure appeared to be a large rectangle situated around a central courtyard with wings on either side, a sturdy gate and the bulk of the rooms on the far end. The rooms she'd seen had beautiful carvings on the walls and the doors were heavy wood with scenes cut into them. Even the room she'd been shown to was a work of art with its tiled bathroom and the beautiful furniture.She glanced at the big bed with the halo of morning light falling across the pale sheets.What time was it and what time did her body think it was? Did it matter?As soon as they were cleared to fly into Beirut th
VAUGHN WAS SATISFIED THEIR Cairo site security was as up to date as it was going to get. In the very near future someone needed to spend a week here swapping out equipment. With the instability in the region, they never knew when the Cairo site would become inaccessible.Hell, he'd recommended twice now that they dump the site and set up somewhere else. Cypress was a hop, skip and jump away from a lot of places and the island much safer. But the people in charge all had other ideas.What did he know?He was the surveillance guy.It wasn't like Zain or the big boss would send him here to do the job.Vaughn strode down the hall toward the situation room. In the large home's former years, it had served as the dining room. When Aegis took the house over and made it their Cairo facility, they'd transformed the corner room into their one-room headquarters.He entered the room and was struck by the unusual sight of Brenden and Melody sitting with their heads together."What are
Friday. Closed Store, Beirut, Lebanon.FAREZ GLANCED UP AND down the quiet street.Hani was gone. He hadn't come back after the confrontation, and Farez hoped he stayed gone. Hani and his friends were trouble. Farez had been too desperate to pull this plan off to see the truth about the kid until it was too late.The original plan had been to hold their guest in the old restaurant between homes where they'd be able to keep an eye on the street. It would also allow them to comfortably care for their guest. The truth was, no one involved in this plan was young anymore.This Ashton Khoury was going to destroy the way of life they'd known for decades.The sounds of the ocean and city melded together, creating the soundtrack he'd grown up with. He'd been born here, raised his children here, and he intended to die here. But he wouldn't keep his home if he didn't have work, and with so many places along the waterfront shutting down, hope was dwindling.Farez ducked into the shu
Carla swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, and glared at Vaughn's back.Ashton took her hand and gave it a squeeze.They walked forward, down the hall with its caramel colored marble floor and the Damascus style light fixtures. The door at the very end of the hall stood open, another familiar figure waiting for them.She stepped through ahead of Ashton into the modern home. The first thing that met them was an amazing, panoramic view of the city bathed in afternoon light. The same marble flooring stretched to every corner of the room.To her right, a small kitchen was tucked out of sight. An eight person dining table sat parallel to the glass, the heavy antique wood a nice balance to all the pale colors and clean lines. The condo stretched to her left, all the way to the corner of the building featuring a seating area and stairs leading up to a second floor."We're putting you and Miss White in the two bedrooms on the second floor. The two bedrooms on this floor will suffice fo
Saturday. Coffee Shop, Beirut, Lebanon.HANI DRUMMED HIS fingers on the table top.If he hadn't been ordered to be here, he'd have left already.His cup was empty and whoever he was here to meet was half an hour late. The lump on the side of Hani's head kept him in his place.He'd made the wrong decision and allowed his aunt to talk him into helping with this bullshit scheme. Now it was Hani's ass on the line. His buddies had pointed at him when their boss wanted answers for where they all were. The full burden was on Hani now.None of this made sense.When he'd told his boss about the kidnapping plan and how poorly armed the old folks holding the hostage were, Hani had expected they'd make a trip over to take control of the situation. He didn't know how much Farez was ransoming the American for, but Hani was willing to bet he could get a couple more bills."Are you Hani?"Hani turned to stare up at the unfamiliar man in a suit standing behind him. Hani hadn't seen t
Vaughn had to wonder, did Carla's theory hold water? Was she right and all of this was about more than a quick payday?It wasn't Vaughn's job to figure that out. He had to help get Jared Moss back to the states. That was it."This is us." Nolan found a spot and parked along a side street."Don't die." Brenden opened the back door and was gone. For such a big guy, he moved like a ghost. One moment he was there, then he wasn't."Should be a fun afternoon," Nolan muttered."Yeah, well, I question your use of the word fun. Check you later." Vaughn opened his door and stepped out onto the street.The salty tang on the air was soured by a rotting aroma he could almost taste.Trash.Yeah, he'd read about the garbage washing up along the Lebanon shores. It had been one of the first internet searches about the area, plus it was one of the things Ashton had mentioned he wanted to tackle when he began developing his property in the area. It was a lot of talk as far as Vaughn was c
Saturday. Beirut, Lebanon.FAREZ'S HANDS SHOOK, and the gun felt as though it weighed a ton.That was a close call. Far closer than he'd have liked. If it weren't for the others looking out for him, those men would have gotten the only leverage Farez had to make this deal.The cellar smelled of earth and spices. The small lantern didn't reach the far corners of the room.Maier straightened. "I don't hear anything.""Your wife might have saved us," Farez muttered.Maier chuckled. "She saves me every day."Jared Moss sat down on the hard packed floor, speaking in English, "I am never going to complain about a hotel ever again."Farez glanced at Maier. The other man didn't speak English. Farez had learned it as a young man working on sail boats, doing tours on cruise ships when he was younger. It was a skill he'd used to land him decent jobs through the years before doing what he'd always wanted-opening up a spice shop with his wife. A shop he no longer owned, and that
Neither spoke a word all the way up to Ashton's room. Carla shut the door, and he paced across to the windows. She leaned her back against the door and watched him.What was he going through in his head? How much was he holding in?"They're never going to find him, are they?" Ashton turned to look at her, the light at his back casting his face into shadow. She didn't need to see him to feel the heartache."I think they will. You had me read their reviews and vet them, remember?" She pushed off the door and took a few steps forward. "I just-I still think we're coming at this from the wrong angle.""What would you have me do?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and propped his elbows on his knees. His jacket was long gone, and he'd rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. He really was a handsome man.Carla picked up clothes Ashton had left on the floor. She smoothed them and folded the garments without consciously thinking about what she was doing. "We should at least try my