Diamonds Can Be Deadly. Merline Lovelace

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      “But we both know nothing’s legitimate in that corner of the world.”

      Frowning, Diamond hooked her reading glasses atop her head. The graphite frames caught her hair back in a tumble of red-gold.

      “I take it you want me to infiltrate Greene’s inner circle, sniff out his system for helping his pals in Colombia convert their drug dollars to pesos and, oh by the way, retrieve the Star of the East.”

      “That about sums it up.” Nick’s tanned, handsome face creased into a frown. “You won’t be the first undercover operative to attempt a penetration. DEA tried to insert an agent last year. According to our friends in the Department of Justice, he’s dropped off the radar screen.”

      Diamond took the news with a nod. This wasn’t her first op. She understood the risks.

      “I see why you pulled me in for this mission. I have the perfect cover. I can approach Greene about a line of glasses for his thousands of disciples.”

      “With a butterfly logo.”

      One delicate brow arched. “Of course. But done in emeralds instead of diamonds.”

      “We’ve pulled together a detailed briefing on Greene’s Tranquility Institute in Hawaii. Floor plans, security system, employees, a complete dossier on the master himself. I’ve got Claire Cantwell standing by to brief you on Greene’s modus operandi. She’ll act as your control for this op. Also, the wizards in the field dress and technology units have devised an interesting suite of accessories to outfit you for this mission.”

      “Oh, Lord!” Diamond couldn’t quite suppress a groan. “The last time I went into the field, I carried enough electronics to launch the space shuttle. I hope your wife doesn’t load me down like that on this op.”

      Nick merely smiled. Once chief of communications for OMEGA, Mackenzie now served as technical adviser to a loose conglomerate of governmental agencies that included OMEGA. To Mac’s delight, her electronic toy box had expanded exponentially with her increased responsibilities. When it came to high-tech gadgetry, Nick’s dark-haired, vivacious wife believed more was better and too much was best.

      He left Diamond with instructions to check in with him when she’d completed her mission prep.

      Jordan’s mission preparation took the rest of the day. Her first session was with Claire Cantwell, code name Cyrene. A noted psychologist in her other life, the slender, delicate blonde had lost her husband in a bungled attempt to free the kidnapped oil executive years ago. She’d buried her grief behind a serene facade that disguised her absolute dedication to stamping out the kind of economic terrorism that had claimed her husband.

      Drawing on her training and years of experience as a practicing psychologist, Claire gave a slide presentation attempting to explain Bartholomew Greene’s healing methods.

      “Transpersonal psychotherapy offers itself as an interface between traditional psychology and spiritual transcendence.”

      “Riiiight.”

      Cyrene accepted the underlying sarcasm in the drawled comment with an unruffled smile. She and Jordan had worked together in the field. The two operatives respected each other’s strengths. They also recognized their weaknesses. Claire’s was a certain too-handsome Latin American by the name of Colonel Luis Esteban. Jordan’s was her refusal to allow her past to intrude on her present. Sooner or later, Claire had suggested in her quiet way, Jordan would have to reconcile the two.

      “The therapist supplements traditional techniques such as behavior modification or psychoanalysis with practices designed to elevate the patient to a higher level of awareness of self. The ultimate goal is a fusing of the physical and spiritual, thus providing a deeper, broader and more unified sense of identity.”

      Jordan forced herself to pay close attention as Claire presented a crash course in meditation therapies, alternative medicine and theories concerning the healing properties of gemstones. When Claire finished, she had to admit to more than a degree of skepticism.

      “So you’re telling me I’m going to find a bunch of middle-aged flower children chanting and rubbing colored stones when I get to Hawaii.”

      “Something like that.” Claire clicked off her last slide and regarded Jordan thoughtfully. “You understand it isn’t going to be easy getting close to Greene. His Tranquility Institute is supposedly open to anyone willing to fork out the ten grand required for a week-long session with the master, but we know his people screen every applicant closely.”

      “I’m not going in as an applicant. I’m going in as a designer of very exclusive, very expensive eyewear that will allow the man to gouge his followers even more.”

      “That’s your entrée, of course. But don’t underestimate Greene. He couldn’t have gained such a large following without exercising considerable skill as a therapist. Or developing keen insights into people.”

      Jordan stiffened. “What are you saying? That I should pass myself off as a candidate for therapy?”

      “What I’m saying,” Claire replied quietly, “is that Greene isn’t going to do business with anyone without without checking their background. He’ll see the holes in yours and wonder about them.”

      “Let him wonder.”

      Jordan hated the ice that coated her voice. She’d trust Claire with her life. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to talk about her past, even with this cool, composed friend. And she certainly wouldn’t discuss them with a psychobabbler like Bartholomew Greene.

      “Just be prepared,” Cyrene advised calmly.

      The warning lingered in Jordan’s mind as she met with Mackenzie Blair and her electronic wizards. As always, Mac had come armed with a full bag of tricks.

      “This is the latest in sniffers. We’ve souped it up a little for you.”

      Her eyes gleaming, the former naval officer palmed what looked like a compact, handheld CD player. It was a CD player, Jordan discovered when Mac grinned and depressed a button.

      “You can listen to Travis Tritt while you search for listening devices, hidden cameras or electronic sensors. In receive mode, this little baby will pick up and interpret any and all electronic vibrations. In send mode, it could fuzz those signals temporarily or put them out of operation on a permanent basis.”

      After a few bars of “Too Far To Turn Around,” Mac set aside the sniffer and briefed Jordan on an array of other equipment that included a thermal suit designed to contain body heat, thus defeating infrared sensors and night-vision goggles. She saved a pair of slender gold hoop earrings for last. One of the earrings was just what it looked like—a decorative piece of jewelry. The other was Jordan’s primary means of communication while in the field.

      “Just thumb the slight indentation at the back of the hoop,” Mackenzie instructed. “You’ll be able to receive and send clear voice-stream signals off a secure satellite. We’ll monitor for transmissions around the clock.”

      Nodding, Jordan traded her diamond studs for the lightweight gold hoops. She was testing the СКАЧАТЬ