Standing In The Shadows. Shannon McKennaЧитать онлайн книгу.
and stop sulking. He had to get his life back. Some kind of life.
He’d liked his life once. He’d spent nine years as an agent in the undercover FBI task force that his partner Jesse had dubbed “The Cave,” and he’d been good at feeling his way into the parts he played. He’d seen his share of ugly stuff, and yeah, he’d been haunted by some of it, but he’d also known the bone-deep satisfaction that came from doing what he was born to do. He’d loved being in the middle of everything, wired to a taut web of interconnected threads; touch one, and the whole fabric rippled and hummed. Senses buzzing, brain working overtime, churning out connections, deductions, conclusions. He’d loved it. And he’d loved trying to make a difference.
But now the threads were ripped. He was numb and isolated, in free fall. What good would it do to hear about Novak? He couldn’t help. His web was cut. He had nothing to offer. What would be the point?
He lit the cigarette and groped around in his mind for Nick’s number. It popped up instantly, blinking on the screen inside his mind. Photographic memory was a McCloud family trait. Sometimes it was useful, sometimes it was just a dumb parlor trick. Sometimes it was a curse. It kept things eternally fresh in his brain that he would prefer to forget. Like that white linen halter top that Erin had worn at the Riggs family Fourth of July picnic, for instance. Six goddamn years ago, and the memory was as sharp as broken glass. She’d been braless that day, so it was by far the best view he’d ever gotten of her beautiful tits. High and soft and tenderly pointed, bouncing every time she moved. Dark, taut nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric. He’d been amazed that Barbara, her mother, had allowed it. Particularly after Barbara had caught him staring. Her eyes had turned to ice.
Barbara was no fool. She hadn’t wanted her innocent young daughter hooking up with a cop. Look how it had turned out for her.
He knew better than to try to shove memories away. It just made them stronger, until they were huge and muscular, taking over his whole mind. Like the image of Erin’s dark, haunted eyes behind the patrol car window. Full of the terrible knowledge of betrayal.
He sucked smoke into his lungs and stared at the cell phone with unfriendly eyes. He’d thrown away the old one after what happened last fall. If he used this one to call Nick, then Nick would have the new number. Not good. He liked being unreachable. It suited his mood.
He closed his eyes, recalling last Christmas, when Davy and Sean had given him the damn thing. It was from Seth’s hoard of gizmos, which meant that it had a bunch of high-tech bells and whistles, some useful, some not. He’d leafed through Seth’s sheaf of explanatory paperwork, putting on a show of interest so as not to hurt everybody’s feelings. He vaguely remembered a function that blocked the incoming number from the display. He flipped through the pages in his mind, found the sequence. Keyed it in, dialed.
His stomach knotted painfully as it rang.
“Nick Ward,” his ex-colleague answered.
“It’s Connor.”
“No shit.” Nick’s voice was stone cold. “Had a good sulk, Con?”
He’d known this was going to be bad. “Can we skip this part, Nick? I’m not in the mood.”
“I don’t care about your goddamn mood. I’m not the one who sold you out. I don’t appreciate being punished for what Riggs did to you.”
“I’m not punishing you,” Connor said defensively.
“No? So what have you been doing for the last six months, asshole?”
Connor slumped lower in his seat. “I’ve been kind of out of it lately. You’d be stupid if you took it personally.”
Nick let out an unsatisfied grunt.
Connor waited. “So?”
“So what?”
Nick’s tone set his teeth on edge. “Davy said you had some news for me,” he said. “About Novak.”
“Oh. That.” Nick was enjoying himself now, the snotty bastard. “I thought that might get your attention. Novak’s broken out of prison.”
Adrenaline blasted through him. “What the fuck? When? How?”
“Three nights ago. Him, and two of his goons, Georg Luksch and Martin Olivier. Very slick, well planned, well financed. Help from the outside, probably the inside, too. Nobody got killed, amazingly enough. Daddy Novak must’ve been behind it. You can do a lot with billions of dollars. They’re already back in Europe. Novak and Luksch have been spotted in France.”
Nick paused, waiting for a reaction, but Connor was speechless. The muscles in his bum leg cramped up, sending fiery bolts of pain through his thigh. He gripped it with his fingers and tried to breathe.
“I just thought you should know. Considering that Georg Luksch has a personal bone to pick with you,” Nick said. “Ever since last November when you smashed all the bones in his face.”
“He was under orders to hurt Erin.” Connor’s voice vibrated with tension. “It was less than he deserved.”
Nick paused. “He never touched her. We have only Ed’s word that he was planning to, and Ed’s credibility is worth shit. Ed was trying to save his own skin, but did you think of that before you charged off to the rescue? Oh no. You had to be the big hero. For the love of Christ. It’s lucky you weren’t on active duty. You would have been crucified.”
“Georg Luksch is a convicted assassin,” Connor said, through clenched teeth. “He was ready to hurt her. He’s lucky he’s not dead.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say. Anyhow, your hero complex aside, I just wanted you to watch your back. Not that you give a shit, or need anybody’s help. And you’ve got better things to do than talk to me, so I won’t waste any more of your valuable time—”
“Hey, Nick. Don’t.”
Something in Connor’s voice made Nick pause. “Oh, what the hell,” he said wearily. “If things get weird, call me, OK?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Connor said. “But, uh…what about Erin?”
“What about her?”
“Novak hasn’t forgotten about her,” Connor said. “No way has he forgotten. Somebody should be assigned to guard her. Immediately.”
Nick’s long silence felt ominous. “You are seriously hung up on that chick, aren’t you, Con?”
He clenched his teeth and counted until he had his temper under control. “No,” he said, in a low, careful voice. “It’s just obvious to anybody with half a brain that she’s going to be on his hit list.”
Nick sighed. “You haven’t been listening, have you? You’re lost in your own fantasy world. Wake up. Novak is in France. He was spotted in Marseilles. He’s a monster, but he’s not an idiot. He’s not thinking about Erin. And don’t make me regret keeping you in the loop, because you don’t deserve to be there.”
Connor shook his head. “Nick, I know this guy. Novak would never—”
“Let it go, Con. Move on with your life. And watch your back.”
Nick hung up abruptly. Connor stared down at the phone in his shaking hand, ashamed of having blocked the number. He disabled the function and hit redial. Quick, before he could change his mind.
“Nick Ward,” his friend said tersely.
“Memorize this number,” Connor said.
Nick let out a startled laugh. “Whoa. I’m so honored.”
“Yeah, right. See you, Nick.”
“I hope so,” Nick said.
Connor broke the connection and let the phone drop onto the seat, his mind racing. Novak was filthy rich. He had the resources and the cunning to do the smart thing, to buy a new identity, a whole