The Final Secret. Cassie Miles

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       Chapter Four

      The small circular tables scattered in the center of the ballroom were meant for standing and chatting while sampling from the buffet. Before the guests arrived, they were vacant. Gennie wended her way through the tables and across the dance floor to approach Zoey. Though the redhead wore a modest pantsuit with sleeves that covered her ripped biceps, she still looked buff. Not an ounce of flab on that tanned well-toned body.

      She greeted Gennie. “So, G-Fox, are you ready for this party to get started?”

      “I’ve got one question. How much do you know about flowers?”

      Zoey smiled and shrugged. “They smell good?”

      After a quick lecture on the toxic posies in the floral displays, Gennie mentioned Kenneth Warrick. “Have you heard of him? He used to be a private contractor in Afghanistan.”

      “I was in the navy, never stationed in the Middle East.”

      “He placed the order with the florist requesting those particular flowers, maybe as a threat to the guest of honor. What can you tell me about Murano?”

      Zoey kept her eyes straight ahead and spoke out of the corner of her mouth as if dribbling out a secret. “I wouldn’t be surprised if this Warrick character wanted to poison Murano. Lots of people have a beef with him...including me.”

      “Wait a minute!” Gennie was unsure she’d heard correctly. “You said Murano changed your life.”

      “That doesn’t mean I like the guy. He claims to be spiritual and says his method is tough love, but there was nothing lovely about the way he treated me. After I left the navy, I was in a real bad place. My weight dropped to ninety-eight pounds. I dosed my morning orange juice with vodka, and that was when I bothered to get up. Mostly I stayed in bed and stayed stoned.”

      “Weed?”

      “And worse. I can’t believe I abused my body like that.” Her side-talking lips pinched together. “I hit rock bottom. That’s where smarmy Mitch Murano and his promise of meditation and healing came into play. I dropped four grand on a course with him. His idea of treatment was to tell me in no uncertain terms that I was hopeless and would never amount to anything. After a few weeks with him, I wanted to die.”

      Gennie listened without comment. She empathized and identified with the emotional struggle that often came when leaving the service. Her injuries and the deaths of her team fed her PTSD. There had been days when she’d stared into the abyss and longed for death.

      “Then I got angry,” Zoey said.

      “I understand.”

      “I was determined to prove my worth. Started working out like a woman possessed. I took martial arts classes and boxing, spent hours with the heavy bag, picturing Murano’s face and punching hard. After gallons of sweat and tears, I discovered the skills and talent for honing my body. I got strong. Nobody was ever going to hurt me again.”

      “Do you think Murano meant for that to happen?” Gennie suggested. “Maybe he planned it that way.”

      “I considered the possibility, but when I tried to thank him, Murano didn’t even remember my name. All he wanted was to sell me another class.”

      She looked toward the ballroom entrance, and Gennie followed her gaze. Three other field agents—two black and one white, all former Army Rangers—had their heads together. She knew that they were armed, skilled combatants. With all this security, she shouldn’t have felt apprehensive in the least. Her gaze went toward the poisonous flowers. Warning or threat? “How did Murano connect with the general?”

      “His wife took classes with the guru, and she ended up hating him like I do. You’d think that the general would stand up for Ruby. But that didn’t happen. He talked to Murano, and they hit it off, literally. They’re golf buddies.”

      Her phone and Zoey’s rang at the same time. Noah had sent a text to the entire ARC team, telling them to be on the lookout for Kenneth Warrick. If sighted, they should detain him. Gennie’s screen filled with a photograph of the man she’d once loved.

      “He’s cute,” Zoey said.

      “Not my type.” She noticed the tiny scar bisecting his left eyebrow, the only injury he’d sustained in the explosion that changed her life forever.

      Zoey reached into her jacket pocket and took out an electronic earpiece. “Have you ever used one of these?”

      “Nothing as sophisticated as this, but I understand how it works.” She adjusted the volume and placed the device into her ear before attaching a mic to the collar of her jumpsuit. “It’s weird having people talk inside my head.”

      Zoey whispered into her microphone, “Any questions?”

      “I’m good for now.”

      “Okay, G-Fox. It’s time for you to move into position.”

      “Copy that.”

      With a nod, she moved to the quadrant of the ballroom that she was supposed to be watching. Because she was the newest member of the team, she was stationed toward the rear at the farthest point away from the riser and podium where a small jazz band was setting up. To her right were the windows that showcased a brilliant Rocky Mountain sunset. The wall to her left held portraits in elaborate frames, including one of Ruby on horseback. Too bad she wasn’t here! Gennie would have liked to hear her opinions about Murano. In spite of what Zoey had said, the guru couldn’t be a total jerkwad. After all, the general liked him enough to host this grand fund-raiser.

      She glanced across the ballroom toward where Zoey was standing at the edge of a wide corridor with glass French doors that stood open. The powder rooms, an office and a library were in that direction. A couple of hours ago when Gennie had been scanning for explosives, bugs and other potential problems, she’d explored and fallen in love with the spacious library that had bookcases on every wall and comfortable overstuffed furniture for curling up and reading. The tall arched windows offered a charming view of the stable and attached corral. After this event was over, she might be able to spend some time in that library with the general, and they could reconnect.

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