IGNEY SHOVED THE FRONT door of the DSS Safe House open. He'd come back as soon as he'd finished tracking down the taxi driver. It helped that Igney had taken out some of his initial rage on the man. Now Igney was in control. Utterly calm despite the white hot rage bubbling up through his body.Where the hell was Pasley?Igney stopped a few feet into the foyer.Pasley had no doubt spoken to the taxi driver first, but he hadn't shared the man's intel. Pasley had kept it to himself. Why? To what purpose or end? Was he trying to wrap up the job on his own? Cut Igney out of it?He'd never pegged Pasley for the ambitious type. It was why, despite the other man's slow ways, Igney liked working with him. He knew that Pasley would never be competition for a raise or a more desirable position.But could that have changed? Where was Pasley?Igney walked through the house with new purpose. There were fewer people around now as some were being transferred back to the home office for an extens
SILAS SWIPED THE RAG over the kitchen counters. There wasn't a speck of food on them, but it gave him something to do since he couldn't hear the soft sounds of Ekko moving around anymore. The coffee machine bubbled and gurgled, drowning out everything else at this early hour.He'd fallen asleep almost immediately after his final walk-through of the house. The moment his head touched the pillow and Ekko snuggled up to him, he'd been out. He'd slept the sleep of the dead. All the little sounds hadn't woken him this time, at least not for a few hours.His eyes had popped open around four and he'd lain there, holding Ekko, and trying to feel anything except content.He shouldn't get to feel content. Not with their lives in danger or with a woman he barely knew. Hell, before the other day they'd pretty much been enemies. Now, what were they?Footsteps thumped in the hall.Silas turned toward the coffeepot. He picked up the carafe and poured a mug, timing it so that he'd just finished f
EKKO COULD BARELY BREATHE.Her contact, one of the people she knew was a regular viewer from Dauria, had just spilled the beans on how it was happening.The new user handles in her chat made sense now. Or at least some of them did. The ones with the capital Rs at least.She couldn't ask how many people were watching illegally. That would put those people in danger. She'd long ago come to the conclusion that someone in the DSS was monitoring her streams. But she wanted to know.What she was doing, getting Chayan to the UN, it was only part of the solution. For real change to happen, people within Dauria would need to make their own stand for change. All she could do was help the world not turn a blind eye on what happened beyond those borders.How many knew about Chayan?National media in Dauria would have blocked the story, but people talked. One of the drivers or an off-handed comment by a guard to the right person could spread the story. But that would take time.Was it possib
PASLEY TIPTOED TO THE door and peered out on the hall.It was a ghost town.The new rotation of DSS operatives should be there soon, but for now it was a skeleton crew. To make it worse, Igney and Pasley had been ordered to stay close to their headquarters. He didn't know the details, but it sounded like the police knew the stabbing in the park was linked to them.Nothing would happen. The DSS had carried out enough executions this side of the border. But there was a process they had to follow.That wasn't what Pasley was trying to be cautious about.He eased the door shut and twisted the flimsy lock into place. That done he returned to his bed and dug out the ear buds. He jammed one in his ear and plugged the other end into the phone. The video began playing immediately.It was the video of Ekko Kaur's stream earlier that morning.He peered at the background, noting how light and airy the room looked.Was she still in Ulaanbaatar? If she was, she'd have been up before the sun
SILAS FROWNED AT THE phone so long the screen went dark.Was he imagining things, or was Zain dodging his answer? Did they have more possible backup than just two guys?Silas shook his head. This solo job was screwing with his head. He was too on edge. Too invested. Too bad knowing all that didn't change his reality.He slid the phone back in his pocket and turned toward where Ekko and Chayan were pretending to eat."Good news." He clapped his hands together and pasted on a smile. "Our backup will be here tomorrow fairly early. They've already picked up your new passports so we should be good to go as soon as they arrive."Ekko's brow furrowed. "What's the plan? We can't just walk in there like last time.""No, we cannot." Silas perched on the coffee table facing the two. "Our very rough plan is for us to separate. Chayan will go with our backup on a chartered flight to Kemerovo Airport in Russia. From there the team will take commercial flights under their real names to Moscow t
Silas escaped the room for a few moments. After brushing his teeth he returned and found Ekko where he'd left her, staring at the curtains as if she could see out the window at the inky darkness and all those stars.He stripped out of his clothes, down to his boxers, and joined her between the sheets. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged. She folded sideways, tucking herself against him, her head on his shoulder.Maybe it was time Silas thought about what kind of a future he really wanted. The job stayed the same, for the most part, but the people around him were changing.If Paxton and Coco didn't end up married in the next few years, he'd be shocked.Two of their other roommates had settled down and moved out to start lives with women they'd met. It made a guy think."You're thinking awfully hard," Ekko mumbled."It's nothing." He stroked her back.She tilted her head up. "You dodge bullets and have taken on the responsibility of my crazy plan. I think I owe you an ea
EKKO LAY ON HER back staring at the vaulted ceiling of the bedroom. There was just enough light from outside that she could make out the decorative molding and tin tiles. At least she thought they were tin tiles. It was hard to say and she wasn't familiar with Mongolian architecture. Regardless of what it was, it was a beautiful detail in a lovingly maintained condo.She should be asleep, and yet she couldn't find rest. Not even snuggled in next to Silas.He'd finally rolled over, releasing her from his hold. While she wasn't as warm as she'd like to be, it was better this way. Her thoughts were too chaotic for him to be up in her personal space right now and he was too central to them.What the hell was she doing with this man?She turned her head and stared at his broad shoulders.She knew there were scars there. She could almost trace them from memory. Whatever caused them, she was glad he'd survived. The world was better because of men like Silas. Ones who did the right thing
IGNEY COULDN'T BELIEVE HE had to waste precious moments going in search of Pasley.Where the hell was he?Igney grabbed his phone and hit the speed dial for the admin desk for their Ulaanbaatar team."Yes?" a cold voice said after one ring. There was always someone manning the desk."I need the location of my partner. Now.""One moment."Igney paced the hall outside their bedroom. The last he'd seen Pasley, he'd been lying in bed staring at his phone. Of all the useless things to do when they were the last remaining team from the original job. Granted, if the local police asked too many more questions Igney knew they'd be recalled.He didn't want to go back to Dauria. They could do better work here. Work that would impact the well-being of all their people."Officer Pasley is in the building. Check the third floor commons."Igney hung up and headed for the stairs. He climbed them two and three at a time then sprinted down the hall. He burst into the commons room. Only a few la