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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Carly Jones—After making some serious mistakes in her past, she gets the chance to start over. But with someone gunning for her, will she survive her mission?
Nick Tarasov—Member of the SDDU (Special Designation Defense Unit). His job is to train and supervise Carly and her teammates. He also needs to ignore his attraction to Carly and focus on the mission.
Anita Caballo, Samantha Hanley and Gina Torno—Carly’s teammates. Can they cooperate long enough to bring the mission to success?
Brant Law—The FBI agent working with Nick to put together the team.
Tsernyakov—The illegal weapons trader is among the five most wanted criminals in the world.
Dimitry—A decoy Tsernyakov uses to stand in for him at meetings with prospective clients, so his own face can remain unknown.
Peter Alexeev—A close associate who crossed Tsernyakov, for which his whole family must pay the price.
Salvatore Ettori—A security guard at one of the companies Savall Consulting works with. The question is how far is he prepared to go to follow his boss’s orders.
Paolo Costa—Founder of Costa-Costa, a crooked corporation that engages in money laundering on Grand Cayman. The women’s team is interfering with his business.
Secret Contract
Dana Marton
Contents
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
With many thanks to Allison Lyons, Cindy Whitesell and Tracy Montoya.
Chapter One
Burge, happy whenever he got to order her around, pushed her through the green metal door at the far end of the cell block but didn’t follow. What did they want with her now? She was on her guard, scanning the people ahead with suspicion—a good basic stance for the incarcerated.
The sharp scent of bleach hit her nose. The room had gotten a scrub down that morning. Thank God, she hadn’t been pulled for that job.
“Miss Jones.” The greeting came from one of three men, outsiders, who stood at the head of the room. “Why don’t you take a seat?”
One of the dozen or so harsh fluorescent lights above flickered as she went straight to the back, picking her way among white plastic chairs and folding tables that were set up classroom style for the elderly volunteer who came in twice a week to give GED classes. Three women waited there already, wearing the same orange jumpsuit that hung on Carly’s figure. Clothes that marked them, set them apart. She would never wear orange again once she got out of here. Like most people in the place, she had a whole list of “never-agains.”
She nodded to Anita and took in the unfamiliar girl next to her. The third woman she knew only by sight and fame. Gina Torno was in for murder and not particularly popular in cell block 3C. Rumor had it, before she’d gone bad, she’d been a cop.
“My name is Brant Law. I work for the FBI,” said the man who’d greeted Carly by name earlier.
Her defenses, already up, threw a few extra dead bolts. The last time she had mingled with the FBI, they’d been storming her apartment. And this guy could have been the agency’s poster boy—black suit, crisp white shirt, a face carved into cold professionalism.
She glanced again at the other women as she squirmed in her seat. Why were they here? Anita flashed a nervous smile. Carly acknowledged it with a small nod. She hadn’t as a rule sought to make friends on the inside—she didn’t belong with these people—but she didn’t mind Anita Caballo. They had shared kitchen duty a couple of times. Anita had entertained the crew with some pretty funny Latina jokes.
“This is David Moretti, who will be providing legal assistance for you.” The FBI guy, Law, introduced the tall dark-haired man on his right.
Moretti allowed a professional smile, his stance relaxed. He wore a suit, but it wasn’t like the FBI agent’s. This one was sharp and expensive, the kind fashion models wore in the magazines people donated to the prison. He was the hottest guy she’d seen in six years, not that he had much competition considering the male guards.
The ruling feeling when she looked at him was mistrust. He was a lawyer. Her own loser lawyer had let her down big time.
“Nick Tarasov will be responsible for your training and safety,” Law said, introducing the most intimidating of the three.
Training for what? She narrowed her eyes as she watched Tarasov. He stood with his legs apart, hands behind his back, commando style. He wore a black T-shirt, black cargo pants, combat boots and an expression that made her want to leave the room before things got unpleasant. His stance, the hard look on his face and his unblinking eyes transmitted but one message—this one could be scary if he wanted to be.
None of the men said, “My pleasure,” or “Good to meet you,” as they were introduced. Jerks. Government men. To her, the two meant one and the same.
They hadn’t broken her yet. They sure weren’t going to do so now. She straightened her back and her chin came up a notch.
Law picked up a yellow folder from the desk and opened it. “Anita Caballo, embezzlement. Samantha Hanley, grand theft auto. Carly Jones, hacker. Gina Maria Torno, manslaughter.” He looked up and at each of them in turn. “This is your lucky day.”
Carly caught the young woman who had to be Samantha mouthing a four-letter word. Anita folded her hands in front of her. Gina’s face pretty much reflected Carly’s feelings: mistrust and skepticism. The first thing you learned in federal prison was not to believe in luck. If they had any luck at all, none of them would have been here in the first place.
“You were brought together based on your unique skills to form a team to perform a specific task. Miss Caballo’s financial expertise, Miss Hanley’s knowledge of various vehicles and locks, Miss Jones’s experience with network security and Miss Torno’s proficiency with weapons make you uniquely qualified for a very important mission.”
“And that would be?” Gina cut in and gave the men an insolent glare. She was compact and tough as nails, with a short bob of mahogany hair and sharp brown eyes.
Who cares? Carly thought. She was doing no favors for the government. Forget it. Not after the bastards had locked her up and taken away any chance she’d ever had for a decent future. Justice had never entered her trial. It had been all about politicians wanting to show results to nudge up their approval ratings, using her high-profile case to score.
Law was watching Gina. “I’m not at liberty to discuss anything at this stage. I will not be able to give you any particulars until you agree to participate.”
That gave Carly pause.
But Gina was shooting back already. “What’s in it for us?”
“If you succeed, the rest of your sentence will be suspended and your records cleared.”
The four women sucked in air as one.
Carly