Mercenary's Honor. Sharron McClellan

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      “I fainted?” Her brows pressed toward each other, creating a furrow between them. “I’ve never fainted in my life.”

      “Tough morning,” Angel said.

      She squeezed her eyes shut, and for a moment, he thought she might cry. Again. “You have no idea,” she said, her voice tight.

      “But I’d like to,” he replied.

      She opened her eyes. With careful deliberation, as if fearing she might faint again, she sat up. Hesitating, she slid off the table and took a seat on one of the rickety wooden chairs. Angel handed her the coffee. Her hands shook, and the hot liquid sloshed over the edges and onto her skin. She grimaced. “Hell, I keep doing that.”

      “Give it here—” Angel unwrapped her fingers from around the mug and took the ceramic container, handing it to Juan “—before you do some serious damage.”

      “I am not a child.”

      Angel nodded in acquiescence. “I don’t think you are, but you’ve been through something traumatic.” He pulled a chair closer and sat across from her, leaning with his elbows on his knees. “First, who are you?”

      Her blue eyes widened. “Fiona. Fiona Macmillan.”

      “Tell me what happened, Fiona,” Angel said.

      “Tony and—” Her voice caught in her throat, and for a moment he thought she might break down. Instead, she continued, “Tony and I were at a hotel, the Luz del Bogotá.”

      Angel gave a short, curt nod. He knew the place. It had been a four-star hotel until a few years ago. Now, the stucco walls were pitted with bullet holes, and the only people who stayed there were lovers who couldn’t afford better or the occasional turistas who were unfortunate enough to get a crappy travel agent.

      She continued, “We were on the fourth floor, watching Montoya—”

      “Ramon Montoya?” He tensed at the name. Montoya was not a man to cross, and as far as being a public servant…public enemy was closer to the truth.

      She nodded. “Montoya was interrogating a woman, Maria Salvador. Do you know her?”

      “Yes,” Angel said. His gut tightened, not liking where this was going.

      “What did he want?” Juan interrupted. Angel turned to see the bartender watching them, his hands twisted in a bar towel.

      “He wanted names. People in the resistance. In RADEC,” Fiona said. Her hands shook harder now. “He beat her.”

      “Is she—”

      Fiona held up her hand, signaling silence. “Please let me finish,” she said. Her eyes squeezed shut again, reminding Angel of a frightened child in a dark room, believing that if she opened her eyes, it would make the monsters real.

      “We were watching Montoya and his men interrogate Maria. She refused to give up the names. To give that bastard anything. We thought he was letting her go. He told her to leave. Maria walked away.

      “They shot her. Right there. Right in the courtyard. They shot her in the back.” Fiona’s voice broke, and for a heartbeat, the only sounds in the room were her sobs.

      He wished there was something he could do to assuage her pain, but there was no fixing the situation. No bringing back the dead and reversing time. They had to move forward and act on the problems at hand.

      “Maria’s dead?” Juan whispered.

      Fiona continued as if she hadn’t heard him, her eyes still closed tight. “Tony jumped up and shouted. Montoya shot him, too. He died on the balcony in a pool of blood.”

      She opened her eyes. Liquid blue, they zeroed in on Angel. “The last thing he said was to find you.”

      Angel turned away from her stare, his fists tight. Tony was a good man, and he was dead by Montoya’s hand. Both him and Maria.

      Behind him, Juan broke into violent sobs.

      A grip on Angel’s arm caught his attention. Fiona’s fingers squeezed, digging into the muscle. “So, here I am,” she said, her calm, contained voice a sharp contrast to the tears of just seconds ago. “Can you help me?”

      First things first, Angel reminded himself. Grief could wait. So could anger. “Did Montoya see you?”

      She hesitated then shook her head. “I don’t think so, but he knows someone was there. I heard his men talking. I won’t have long until they put it all together.”

      Damn it.

      “Juan.” He grasped the sobbing man’s shoulder. “I need you to check the perimeter. We need to know if she was followed. Can you do that?”

      Juan nodded, wiped his eyes and left through the front door, shutting it firmly behind him.

      Fiona watched Juan leave. “He loved her, didn’t he?”

      “He did.”

      “I’m so sorry,” Fiona whispered.

      “Me, too,” Angel said. “But I need you to tell me what happened. Everything.” Maybe there was something she’d forgotten. Something he could use to get her out of the mess she’d created.

      “I’ve told you everything,” Fiona said.

      “Everything?” Angel asked. “I need more details.”

      “There is nothing else.” Her eyes darted to the left and she reached up, twirling a strand of hair. “They died, and I ran until I walked through those doors.”

      Liar. He heard it in her voice and saw it in the physical tells she unconsciously displayed.

      Of course, it was possible that whatever information she was hiding meant nothing of consequence. But he couldn’t take that chance. His gut told him to get all the information. Most people ignored gut instinct. He wasn’t one of them.

      “You’ve left something out of your story.” Elbows on the table, Angel templed his hands in front of his mouth. “In fact, when I think about it, you’ve left out quite a bit.”

      “Like what?” Fiona picked at a sliver of wood that stuck up from the table.

      “Like why. Why were you two there? Spying for RADEC?”

      “No. Nothing like that.”

      He didn’t believe her. “Tony worked with RADEC, and you know it.”

      Fiona’s hand stilled. “He was a member of RADEC?”

      The surprise was real. She wasn’t lying, at least not about that. Damn. But she was lying about something. “Fiona, I need you to talk to me. Tell me everything, or I can’t help you.”

      Her gaze shot up. “There’s nothing more to tell. Tony died. The last thing he told me was to come to you СКАЧАТЬ