Page 51 of Danger Close
They climbed into the bed properly and lay there in the afterglow, skin damp, limbs tangled, hearts still thudding.
Then Ricky murmured, “You were serious about the house, right?”
Ezra turned his head.“Yeah.You?”
“Yeah.”
Ezra smiled, letting his fingers trace lazy patterns on Ricky’s chest.“We’ll need two bedrooms.One for us.One for Sophia.”
Ricky grinned.“And an armory.Obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“A giant shower,” Ezra added.“Big enough for cardio.”
Ricky chuckled.“You building a house or a fantasy suite?”
Ezra yawned into his shoulder.“Both.”
****
The monitor glowedin the dark, illuminating the face of the man seated in the cheap motel room not far from Obsidian Ridge.
He didn’t blink as the screen scrolled through surveillance footage.Albania.The Ridge.That kiss on the Ridge porch.
Target confirmed.
He tapped a key.Images of the man from their compound, the one who had come to work for them, appeared, caught in grainy stills—punching out a trafficker with a clipboard, holding a child in his arms, smiling like a man who thought he was safe.
The man exhaled.
“You are not safe.”
His contact from the DEA had come through.The file was complete.Ricky Bowen.Pathfinder.Former Special Operations Forces.Now tied to something the organization had thought eradicated.
He clicked over to a new file.Three photos.
Sophia.
Ryan.
Celia.
They’d been lucky in Albania.
They wouldn’t be lucky again.
He picked up a burner phone and sent a message to the two embedded assets already stationed under the guise of corporate clients at The Ridge.
“Track Bowen.Prepare for retrieval.Then we will begin rebuild.Stateside.”
The reply came instantly.
“Confirmed.”
The man smiled.
Revenge was coming.
