Page 12 of Dustin
Later, after some room service and a good breakfast, I’m itching to start my mission. I’m glad to see a call coming in from Samuel.
“Yeah?” I ask upon answering his call.
“We’ve got some information on Vierra. He and his wife are one of the most powerful couples in the city. They’re also linked to the terrorist cell. It seems Vierra has been supplying them with protection in the city, guns, ammunition, that sort of thing. He has a lot of power, and it seems he’s using it all for his shady deals.”
“All right. What’s the plan?”
“Nothing crazy right now. You need to get a tracker on his phone. The ones I’ve created are almost completely undetectable. If you can do that, we’ll be able to trace his movements and all the information we need. Including his meeting spot with the terrorists. The agency will engage as soon as we confirm they’re on the ground in the country.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I tell him before hanging up.
I turn to the blonde-haired menace in the room. She’s seated on the bed, poring over her sketchbook, but I know for a fact she was listening in on the conversation.
“What do you know about Vierra?” I ask her.
Madison looks up.
“Besides the fact that he’s a sleazeball?” she questions.
“Yes, besides that. Where does he live?”
She shakes her head.
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to get into his house. It’s one of the most heavily guarded places in Lisbon.”
“Okay then, what about places he goes? Bars, hotels, restaurants….”
She thinks about it for a moment.
“I know he always has lunch at a particular restaurant in the middle of the city. He’s there all the time. I’m not sure what’s special about the place, but they practically close down an entire section when he arrives. I just don’t know if getting close to him there will be possible either.”
“Do you know any other places?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“He frequents a few other bars and events, but the restaurant is his most routine jaunt.”
“Okay. The restaurant it is, then.”
I head for my luggage and pull out my gun. Then the tracking device Sam made and some other things I might need. Madison doesn’t blink at any of them. Being the daughter of a General in the U.S. army will do that to you. She’s used to playing with guns. I’m almost sure she’s a better shot than me, but we’ve never tested that theory because I like my dignity.
“Can I come with you?” she asks when I’m done getting ready.
I snort.
“No way in hell.”
Her face falls.
“Why not?” she asks.
Is she kidding me right now?
“I don’t know, Madison. Because it could get dangerous?”
“You and I both know I’m more than capable of handling myself in a fight.”
“You’re also more than capable of talking out of your ass. Now leave me alone. I’m not taking you anywhere with me, and that’s final.”
Even if I could, I’m not going to. She pissed me off last night.
