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agree.” Cal rubbed the back of his neck. “I haven’t figured out what he really wants yet. He might suspect she has the MONGREL, but my fear is he hasn’t laid the past to rest. If that’s the case, she’s walking into a death trap.”
“You both are, so be careful,” Cain warned.
“I left the recorder in the top drawer of my nightstand. Get it and have Kate analyze it. Julia erased most of the instructions. See if Kate’s people can retrieve them for me. I want to know exactly what Delgado wants.”
“He wants the MONGREL. And Jason Marsh supplied the means if he gave it to Julia. Roman is fit to be tied that Jason walked out of his security lab with the prototype.”
Roman D’Amato was Cain’s brother-in-law, and an ex-Labyrinth agent. After marrying Cain’s sister, Kate, Roman created a worldwide security corporation that specialized in state-of-the-art technology.
“Roman can have him, after I’m finished with him.”
“You mean if there’s anything left,” Cain commented wryly. “Once Delgado gets the prototype, it will circumvent any hope we have to contain his activities and bring him down.”
“Whatever Delgado is after, it’s not to use Julia as a hostage,” Cal continued, not willing to argue Cain’s point quite yet. “He obviously needs Julia to arrive in Caracas on her own, otherwise he would have had her snatched from her apartment.”
“Not with the surveillance I had on her.”
“Your surveillance didn’t keep Delgado’s men from leaving the tape recorder, Cain.”
“I’ll find out why,” Cain promised. “Delgado must suspect Julia has the MONGREL.”
“How?” Cal asked.
“Good instincts. Jason. Or tip-off from our ranks,” Cain growled. “I’d bet Kate’s fortune on the last.”
“Not yours?” Cal smiled. Kate and Cain were siblings. Both with raven-black hair, slate-gray eyes and a hell of a Scottish temperament. And both, along with their brother, Ian, were heirs to the MacAlister Whiskey fortune.
“Hell, no,” Cain grunted. “Look, I’ll deal with things here. Your attention needs to be there. Once Julia Cutting finds out I’ve sent you over there to kill her husband, she becomes a major liability for you.”
“Ex-husband,” Cal corrected with a hard edge. “Leave Jason and Julia to me, Cain. That’s what you pay me for.”
“You’re sounding like she’s got you wound up again, Cal,” Cain remarked, then paused for a moment. “Julia Cutting’s sudden involvement doesn’t change our original operation. Don’t make me regret putting you on this. Do your thinking out of bed and get the job done. Find our mole. Find Jason. But most of all, find the MONGREL.”
“I will.”
“You’d better,” Cain ordered, his tone unbending. “Or I’ll find someone who can.”
Chapter Four
“Taxi, Miss?”
“Sí. Gracias,” Julia answered the airport skycap, her smile now more tired than triumphant.
They’d flown through the early hours of the morning, arriving midafternoon in Caracas. Lack of sleep made her eyes gritty, her head ache. Ignoring both, she adjusted her bag strap farther onto her shoulder and stepped to the curbside.
Cars honked, prodding the pedestrians into motion who ignored the green glare of the traffic lights.
“Is this your first time in Venezuela?” The skycap was an elderly man with a shock of silver hair on a round face. His black eyes seemed softer than most. Kind.
“You are alone?” The man spoke in English, rolling his R’s in a lyrical manner. He glanced around her for a traveling companion.
“Yes.”
“Please. You will want to take this taxi.” The man waved to a small white car on the other side of the street, ignoring the row of taxis behind him. The driver next in line honked in protest, but the skycap merely turned his back on him and nodded toward the taxi making a U-turn in front of them.
“Renalto is a friend of mine and honest. He knows the city well. He will take you wherever you need to go.”
Julia regarded the older man for a moment, her smile no longer tired, but grateful. “Gracias,” she repeated and handed the skycap several pesos. “Much appreciated.”
Renalto parked in front of her and jumped eagerly from the car. He smiled, revealing a gold tooth that flashed in the sunlight.
“Buenos días.” He came around to her side and opened the back passenger door on the sedan.
“Buenos días.”
“You take care of the lady, Renalto. She is here for business, not your shenanigans.”
“I am always the gentleman, old man,” Renalto replied, his grin wider. “Unless the ladies prefer otherwise.”
“This one does not,” Julia remarked, unable to curb the laughter that filtered through her words.
“I am still at your service, señorita.” Renalto bowed at the waist. “You see, Leopold, I can be a gentleman.”
The older man shook his head even as Renalto reached for her carry-on case.
Julia stopped his hand. “I’ll keep it, if that’s all right.”
“Of course.” Instead, he waved his hand toward the passenger seat. “Welcome to Venezuela.”
“Ms. Cutting?” A man approached, his black hair slicked back on his scalp, his black suit—too dark for the heat of the day—tailored to emphasize the steroid-enhanced muscles beneath, matched the dark sunglasses that covered his eyes but didn’t quite cover the pock-mark scarred cheeks.
Without warning, he pulled a pistol from beneath his suit coat and clubbed Renalto on the back of his head. The driver fell into the side of the taxi then hit the pavement.
The man pointed the weapon at Julia. “Come with me.”
When Leopold stepped forward, Julia instinctively blocked him with her arm. “Don’t,” she warned Leopold, her eyes not leaving the gunman. “And if I refuse to come with you?”
The man in the suit waved his pistol toward Renalto. “Leave him or join him. Your choice.”
“We’ll pass, Jorgie.” Cal stepped behind the man, grabbed the gun. Before the man could react, Cal jerked the man’s wrist sideways. The bone snapped, the man grunted with pain and dropped the gun. Cal rammed his elbow in the man’s face, felt the cartilage give way, the blood spurt. “The lady doesn’t like violence.”
Cal kept the pistol and shoved the man aside. “Let’s go.”
“The driver,” Julia warned. She knelt in front of Renalto. “He needs our help.”
“I’m okay, señorita,” Renalto whispered, wincing. Then he reached for his head. “Go with your friend.”
“I will take care of him,” Leopold interjected, already reaching for Renalto’s arm to help him up.
Cal opened the taxi’s passenger door and shoved Julia in, then tossed his bag in after her.
“Put your seat belt on,” he ordered.
After slamming her door shut, he reached into his pocket and flicked a business card on Jorgie. “Tell your boss I’ll be in touch.”
Without waiting for a reply, Cal slid behind the steering wheel.
“Are you all right?” Cal glanced at the rearview