Page 14 of Operation: Silent Angel
Mac gave Angel the name of the beach resort and waited until she pulled it up on her computer. “Our target is in a PreferredClub Level suite in building one. You’ll need to secure three Preferred Club Level rooms so all have access to the club areas as he will. Building three is beside it, and buildings two and four are across the resort and offer views into his room. You’ll want one room across from his.”
“I’ll start looking at availability and wait for Shepherd to contact me with the particulars. What will be the check-in date?”
“Tomorrow.” Yvette pointed back down the hall. “This way to go see Garcia.”
“It was nice to meet you, Angel,” Mac said.
“You too. Good luck with your mission,” Angel said. She watched them retreat down the hallway, wondering who the three couples would be. Yvette and Mac, one? She’d never known Yvette to leave HQ. Surely Cooper and Madison would be the second. But who would be the third? Briana or Laura Lee were the two other female Operators. Would Shepherd send either of them? More than likely, it was Sebastian Roth, as he and Briana were in a relationship, and he was a medic.
They took the stairs, emerging on the eighth floor, after Yvette had pressed her palm to the scan pad and entered her code at the door onto the floor. “The security here is crazy,” Mac remarked.
“It’s a fortress,” Yvette agreed. “I know you wanted to get back to Cancun tonight. I’m sorry we can’t get a flight out until morning.”
“It is what it is. I have someone watching Ruiz and communicating his actions to me. She’s not trained and will not follow him if he leaves the resort grounds, but at least I know he’s still there.”
An irrational jealous feeling hit Yvette. She? “Who do you have watching him?” she asked with as even a voice as she could muster.
“One of the girls who brings the guests drinks around the club pool. I tipped her heavily to watch him. I told her I was a private investigator hired by Ruiz’s soon to be ex-wife, who suspects he is cheating on her.”
“Is he a charmer?”
“Not that I’d say, though he’s not my type,” Mac joked as they reached the open doorway of Garcia’s workroom.
“You know what I mean,” she groaned. “Is he someone who naturally charms the ladies?”
“The woman I have watching him is immune to his charms and will not betray me to him if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Hey,” Yvette greeted Garcia, who was as expected in his workroom.
“Hey,” he said, standing. He took a step towards them. “Nice to see you, Mac. Cooper stopped by and told me about the Op.” He thrust his hand out between Mac and himself.
Mac shook his hand, and the two men pulled each other in for a shoulder bump. “You too. Look at you, all cleaned up.”
Garcia snickered. “My preferred look. And my wife prefers it as well.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I heard you got married and had a kid,” Mac said.
Garcia beamed proudly. “That’s right, a son.”
“Congratulations,” Mac said sincerely. “I hope to meet him and your wife at some point.”
Garcia nodded. “When do you fly out?”
“Angel couldn’t get us on a flight until tomorrow morning. We’ll be in Cancun by ten-thirty and at the resort by noon.”
“Cooper relayed a few of the particulars.”
“Did he also tell you that this is probably a career-ending move by Mac?” Yvette asked.
Garcia turned serious. “Yes, he did. I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy is on the DEA’s payroll and that’s why he’s being protected.”
“Or the CIA’s,” Mac said. “Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind. But I don’t care who he is providing what intel to.The asshole is still trafficking in women and children, destroying lives and causing death.”
“I’m getting together some portable surveillance equipment. I also pulled up the resort map.” He tapped his computer.
“Our target is in room one-four-zero-eight, which is here, fourth floor, facing the interior grounds of the resort,” Mac said. “There are clear sightlines to his room from buildings two and four,” he motioned to the two buildings across the expanse that featured three pools surrounded by lounge chairs and shaded by umbrellas and palm trees. “My room is beside his, one-four-ten. Building one, fourth floor, room ten.”
Yvette gazed at the map. The resort buildings were laid out in a horseshoe, open to the ocean, with the pools and smaller buildings that looked to be the bars and restaurants in the center. There were ten buildings of guest rooms, seven restaurants, and a half-dozen other buildings that were bars, a coffee shop and a few little shops. “Nice place,” she remarked.
