Stalked. Beverly Long

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СКАЧАТЬ in the army and flew helicopters. Brody had gone to college, then to medical school, then surprised them all when he’d enlisted in the air force. And Mack, well, he’d done exactly what he’d hoped to do since he’d been about seven.

      He’d become a spy.

      Sort of.

      Naval intelligence. He’d worked in more countries than he could remember, and in some of the best and worst conditions known to man. Silk sheets and lavish meals in Qatar, and dirt floors and beans in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

      He’d dined with presidents and princesses. He’d squatted alongside peasants washing their clothes in muddy rivers. His playground was anywhere there was information to be gained.

      He’d been working 24/7 for the last sixteen years, and quite frankly, he was tired. And he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that there should be something more. So he’d made the decision to leave.

      Of course, he’d cop to having a few moments of doubt over the past months while he waited for his discharge papers to be processed. But once he had fresh mountain air in his lungs, he’d known that coming home was the right decision.

      He’d secured a new position as director of security for Matrice Biomedics. The job would keep him in Colorado, close to family. He’d delayed his start date until June 15th, almost six weeks away. Until then, he had few worries. His biggest one at the present time was what to have for lunch.

      Fifteen minutes later, Mack was on his second sandwich when he heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. Had his father decided to come early? He wasn’t expected until the end of the week. When the car rounded the final bend in the road, Mack shook his head in disbelief.

      Bingham Trovell, the man who’d been his commanding officer for a good portion of his career, had his arm hanging out the window, waving like a fool. Mack waited until the car had stopped before approaching. “Has hell frozen over, sir? I can’t imagine anything else that would get you on land.”

      Bing opened his car door and shifted two hundred and fifty pounds of black muscle out of the car. At fifty, he could probably still work circles around men half his age. He’d retired just three years earlier to a little boat and started calling the Mississippi home.

      Bing looked at the package of hot dogs and buns that Mack had tossed aside earlier. “Good. I’m glad I made it in time.”

      Mack laughed and hugged the big man. “Come have a seat at my fire.”

      It was two hot dogs, two beers and forty minutes later that Bing dropped his bombshell. “I need a favor.”

      “Anything,” Mack said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

      “I’ve got a friend who needs some security for his family. I told him that I knew somebody who could fit the bill perfectly. You.”

      Mack shook his head. “No.”

      “Were my sources incorrect? Are you not taking the job at Matrice Biomedics?”

      Mack nodded. “I’m securing data and trade secrets and intellectual property. All the things I stole from the enemy. I’m not a bouncer at the front door.”

      “But you could be a bouncer. You have been a bouncer.”

      Mack couldn’t deny that. His role in naval intelligence had morphed over the years, and there had been times when he’d been charged with ensuring the physical security of important places and important people. “I start working in mid-June. That means I have to have the cabin done by then so that it’s ready for Chandler’s wedding at the end of June. I promised her.”

      “We’ll get the right people up here to finish the job. At our expense. You don’t need to worry about that.”

      “Who the hell is this person?” Mack asked.

      “He’s my friend. My old college roommate, actually. Reverend Archibald Minnow.”

      Mack frowned at his friend. “The television preacher? That Archibald Minnow?”

      “Yes. But it’s not security for him. It’s for his daughter, Hope.”

      Hope Minnow. Mack had always had the ability to recall information quickly and his three weeks in mountain air hadn’t dulled his senses. “She was recently profiled in People. Short article. I read it and four others between dress changes.”

      Bing raised one eyebrow, making his already homely face look even less symmetrical. “Between dress changes?”

      Mack waved a hand. “Wedding dresses. Most women want their bridesmaids with them. Not my sister. She wanted them and me.” He’d been happy enough to go. There was nothing terribly taxing about being surrounded by four women who smelled wonderful and whose only expectation was a thumbs-up or -down on the dress. Plus, the upscale shopping area where the store was located had recently been targeted by street gangs looking for pockets to pick and purses to snatch.

      Call him overprotective. He could take it. But it hadn’t been that long ago that his sister had almost died at the hands of their crazy stepmother. Besides, Ethan couldn’t go; no way was the groom getting an early peak at the dress. It had to be Mack.

      “Well, I hope you found something lovely that fits you well in the hips,” Bing said, his tone absolutely serious.

      Mack set his gaze on the horizon. “You know,” he said, “people get lost in these woods all the time. Their bodies don’t get found until years later. By then, of course, all the meat has been eaten off.”

      Bing gave him a fast, crooked smile. Then he got somber. “Hope Minnow needs you.”

      “That wasn’t my impression from the article. I think she needs her personal shopper, her masseuse and her flavored vodka. The paparazzi caught her at some event in New York City.”

      “She spends a lot of time there. The Minnows live in New Jersey in a more rural area. It’s a forty-minute drive into the city with good traffic.”

      “Worth doing if you’re looking for some action,” Mack said.

      “She’s my godchild,” Bing said.

      “No offense meant.”

      “None taken. She was always the sweetest thing growing up. Got married a couple years ago but that didn’t work out. After that, she seemed to change.”

      “Her image doesn’t quite fit with the message Archibald Minnow preaches, does it?”

      “Not hardly. And I won’t defend the man’s beliefs but he’s been my friend for a long time and I’d like to help him. I definitely don’t want anything to happen to Hope.”

      “What happened to the ex-husband?” Mack asked.

      “William Baylor. He still works with Archie in the ministry. There are long ties between the two families. I guess his mother and Patsy Minnow were friends in college.”

      “Hope must have gone back to her maiden name?”

      “Right away.”

      “It’s СКАЧАТЬ