Her Rocky Mountain Hero. Jen Bokal

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       Chapter 4

      “Bravo. This is Alpha. Do you read?”

      The disembodied, static-filled voice resonated inside the SUV’s quiet interior.

      Cody looked at Viktoria. Her eyes were wide, her gaze trained on a walkie-talkie they hadn’t even noticed, nestled between the SUV’s front seats.

      “That’s got to be the guys who took your son,” Cody said, while reaching for the walkie-talkie.

      She folded her hands together and pressed the sides of her thumbs into her lips. “So, what do we do now?”

      Just because they’d escaped together didn’t mean they were on the same side. No matter what, she was a Mateev. The name alone brought back painful memories that lodged in his chest—a leaden ball full of spikes. All the same, Cody was determined to get the kid back, which meant he had to work with the mother. Besides, he reasoned, once they’d rescued her son, Cody could still finish the job—turn the kid over to CPS and question Viktoria before she was taken away by the police.

      “Bravo.” The single word rang out like a shot. Viktoria started.

      “What do they want?” she asked.

      It was a good question with a horrific answer. “My guess is that they’re checking to make sure that you’re dead.”

      A gust of cold wind blew through the shattered window. Viktoria folded her arms across her chest and looked away. Cody turned the SUV’s thermostat to ninety degrees, its upper limit. The hot air hit him and he started to sweat. Small price to pay if it would make her more comfortable.

      What was it with his reactions to this woman?

      “We can’t ignore them,” she said and turned to him. “This could be our chance to try to negotiate my son’s release.”

      Cody understood her desperation and admired her bravery. “It won’t work. First, there’s nothing we have that they want,” he said. Then he hesitated. “Unless there is. Do you have any idea why this happened?”

      Her gaze never left his. “They want my son,” she said, “and for me to be...neutralized.”

      Cody wasn’t sure if Viktoria was purposely not revealing the real story behind the kidnapping, but at this point he needed to view this situation tactically. What he needed was a plan and intel.

      “Let’s start with what you know,” Cody said.

      “I know my son is safe,” Viktoria said. “The man in the cabin, the one who held me at gunpoint...” Her voice trailed off and Cody gave her a moment to reconcile with the nightmare she’d survived. “He told me that Gregory belonged to his grandfather Nikolai.”

      Like a piece from a puzzle, the latest bit of information clicked into place. Once again it came down to Nikolai Mateev—the head of the Moscow-based Mateev crime family.

      Now Cody knew Viktoria’s relationship with the Mateevs. Yet in getting that one answer, it brought up hundreds of questions. He swallowed them all, practically choking on his desire to ask about the drug trafficking ring.

      “These men are desperate and if we try to negotiate, they’ll know they failed.” He paused. His next words would be hard, no, devastating, for a mother to hear.

      “And?” she insisted.

      “Failure to have killed you might force these men to abandon their plans to take your son from the country.”

      She leaned forward, her eyes bright. “That’s good. They’ll release Gregory.”

      “Unless they don’t.” Cody couldn’t bring himself to verbalize Gregory’s possible fate.

      Viktoria understood, though. Like she’d been sucker punched in the gut, Viktoria sucked in a deep breath and sat back hard in her seat. In a way, Cody supposed she had been hit, and he’d been the one to deliver the blow.

      “Bravo?” A voice, barely audible, rose from the static. “Update?”

      “What if you answered them,” she proposed, “and pretended to be one of them. They can’t see who’s speaking and the connection is full of static on our end. It has to be the same on theirs.”

      Cody sat taller. It was a crazy idea. “That can go wrong in a million different ways. If they figure out that I’m lying, Gregory’s the one who could suffer the most.”

      “Please!” she said. Her fingers rested on the back of Cody’s hand. Those old internal scars, the ones he’d developed and nurtured into his own personal armor long ago, began to ache. “This could be my only hope of finding my son. I’d do it myself, but obviously even with the bad connection I’m not a man.”

      Viktoria was right about that—she was all woman.

      “Bravo. Copy.”

      Cody didn’t like playing games with people’s lives, and especially the lives of children. But Viktoria was the mother and it was her call. Without another moment’s thought, he depressed the talk button. “This is Bravo,” he said. “Copy.” He hoped they continued to use English. His ability to speak Russian was nonexistent.

      “Where the hell have you been?” the voice barked.

      This was something else Cody feared. Before he СКАЧАТЬ