The Gatekeeper. Michelle Gagnon

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      He ignored the needling voice that questioned the decision to branch out on his own. Sure, Dmitri Christou had paid him well, but for the first time in his life he was his own boss. And hell, they’d be doing good work along the way. They’d decided to name the company The Longhorn Group, a nod to the fact that both he and his partner originally hailed from Texas. If Jake had his say, The Longhorn Group would quickly become the go-to company for K&R insurers.

      K&R was shorthand for “Kidnap and Ransom.” In recent years there had been a sharp uptick in the number of kidnappings of American executives abroad, some figures estimated as high as twenty percent. To secure the release of abducted employees, many companies hired private firms to either negotiate with kidnappers or, failing that, attempt a rescue. South American countries, particularly Colombia, were the most notorious for kidnappings, but plenty took place stateside. They just weren’t widely publicized, since no corporation wanted to put ideas in someone’s head. And despite the increased number of companies signing on for K&R insurance, most operatives trained in negotiation and recovery were busy working security details in the Middle East. Jake was hoping The Longhorn Group would fill that void.

      Eventually Kelly might come on board, and they’d be able to work together again. It was a nice thought. Jake picked up the sole item on his desk, a framed photo of her, and gazed at it. It showed her in profile, sitting on a beach, red hair reflecting the setting sun. She always griped about the angle, but then she hated every photo of herself. He thought it captured a side of her that was usually hidden—there was a vulnerability in the way she held her knees that always got him. He set the picture back on the desk. They were officially engaged now, had been for months, but hadn’t set a date. She said work was keeping her too busy, but he knew better. Still, he didn’t mind. She was worth waiting for.

      He glanced up at a knock on his door. His new partner, Syd, stood grinning at him. Looking at her, compact in a well-tailored navy suit, every blond hair in place, you’d never guess she had single-handedly brought down one of the most dangerous terrorist cells in Yemen a few years back. Even though she was only in her mid-thirties, she’d been one of the CIA’s best operatives. Lucky for him she’d become so disenchanted with the amoral aspects of Agency work, she jumped at his offer to partner up.

      “I think we’ve got something,” she said. Like him, over the years she’d managed to shed her drawl.

      “Seriously?” They had just begun meeting with insurers to secure contracts. “That’s great! Did Tennant Risk Services get back to us?”

      Syd plopped down on the wing chair opposite his desk. “Nope, not yet. This is a private client.” She paused a beat before continuing. “Actually, it’s kind of a favor for a friend.”

      “Uh-oh. We talked about that.”

      Syd sighed and wound a strand of hair around her finger. “I know, I know. But this could be a good case to build on. He’s a physicist for a lab that does Department of Defense work. It’s worth considering, anyway.”

      “That sounds suspiciously like a pro bono job.”

      “He’ll pay us what he can afford. Probably not much, but it’ll be something. Besides, it’ll give us a chance to double-check our operations. Kind of like the soft opening of a restaurant.”

      “Uh-huh.” Jake examined her closely. “Just how good a friend is this guy?”

      “That’s a long story.” Syd kicked off her heels and set her bare feet on the desk opposite his, settling back in the chair.

      “No nylons?” he teased.

      She tossed a paper clip at him. “That’s the main reason I’m doing this, so I won’t have to stuff my legs in sausage casings anymore.”

      “Benefit of being the boss,” Jake said. In spite of himself, his eyes trailed up to where the navy hem rode above her knees. He forced his focus back up to find her grinning.

      Syd wiggled her toes. “See something you like?”

      “I wasn’t aware we had a dress code,” he said, gesturing to her suit. Even he could tell it was pricey, Chanel or something like it.

      “One of us has to dress like a grown-up, on the off chance that a client comes calling.”

      “You kidding? These are my good jeans. And I have it on authority that Bono wears the same T-shirt.”

      “I’ll bet. But then, Bono isn’t exactly the first guy you call when a loved one goes missing.”

      “Speaking of which.” Jake tapped his finger on the desk. “What’s the story with this guy?”

      “His name’s Randall Grant. We met at a conference before I left the Agency.”

      Jake frowned. “You’re dating him?”

      “Dating is a strong word. Let’s just say, we see each other when we can. Anyway, his kid got taken.”

      “His kid? Sounds like an FBI case to me.”

      “He can’t call the FBI. Whoever took her wants information on his work.”

      “What’s he do?”

      “I don’t know specifically, something high clearance. Nuclear stuff.”

      Jake let out a low whistle.

      “Exactly,” Syd said. “So you can see why he doesn’t want the FBI riding in and screwing things up, Ruby Ridge-style.”

      Jake raised an eyebrow at her last comment. She waved it off. “No offense. I’m sure your fiancée is great at her job. But you worked for the Bureau, you know how ass-backwards they can be. Bottom line, they care more about the secrets than the kid. And Randall doesn’t trust them with her life.”

      “But he trusts us?”

      Syd shrugged. “He trusts me.”

      Jake examined the ceiling, considering. His gut was saying this was a bad idea, and he knew better than to question that. Getting involved in a case where you had personal ties was always a mistake. Still, it was a job, and after months of inactivity he was itching to do something besides choosing office furniture.

      “Get him on the phone,” Jake finally responded.

      “You sure?”

      “Let’s hear what he has to say. But he’s got to give us more information, security clearance or not,” he warned her. “And the minute I get a bad feeling, we pull out. Deal?”

      “Deal,” Syd said, tucking her feet back in her pumps. “You’re a prince, Jake.”

      “Don’t I know it.” He grinned back at her. “Now let’s call your boyfriend.”

      

      Kelly frowned as she took in the scene. Directly in front of her was a memorial to Arizona peace officers lost in the line of duty. The artist had made some interesting choices. The kneeling figure was straight out of a spaghetti western: neckerchief in place СКАЧАТЬ