LITMIR.BIZ

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And how did you get so chummy with the president that he’d let you fly off with his daughter?”

      Buzz blew out a breath. He might as well tell her the rest. “Jack Coburn is missing.”

      “Jack?” Raven gripped the arms of her chair. “What happened?”

      “We’re not sure. He took a job as a hostage negotiator after Prospero. He disappeared in Afghanistan while on a job trying to negotiate the release of some doctor.”

      “What does President Okeke have to do with Jack’s disappearance and why are you involved?”

      “It’s Jack.”

      She hugged herself, hunching her shoulders. “I know you guys would do anything for each other, but how is his disappearance related to President Okeke?”

      Buzz rubbed his eyes. “It started with a drug deal between a Mexican cartel and a group of terrorists out of Afghanistan. Jack’s name came up in the chatter. Riley was able to link the terrorists with an arms dealer.”

      “Riley Hammond, the Navy SEAL from Prospero? I thought he was taking tourists out on a dive boat in Cabo?”

      “He took a detour to help out. We all did. Ian Dempsey located the weapon the terrorists bought with their drug money—turned out to be a biological weapon.”

      Raven covered her mouth with her hands. She’d worked with them at Prospero for a time, so Buzz felt sure not much shocked her. She’d been tough…and brittle since the moment he’d met her. The brittleness—that’s what had sabotaged their relationship.

      “If Ian had something to do with locating that weapon, it must’ve been in the mountains. Did he leave his job leading mountain-climbing expeditions?”

      Buzz cocked his head. She sure knew a lot about his former comrades. “We all dropped everything as soon as we got the call from Colonel Scripps.”

      “I’m sure you did. And what’s this third link? What does the biological weapon Ian recovered have to do with President Okeke?” Her eyes widened. “You don’t think he’s in the market for this biological weapon, do you?”

      “I wasn’t sure—” he glanced back at the slumbering Malika “—because it was rumored he had ties to some terrorist groups, but after I met with him I think he’s clean. The Agency also believes Okeke has the means to deliver a virus, weaponize it.”

      Raven hugged herself. “That’s scary.”

      “That might be what the rebels are after, or maybe someone is using the rebels to get to Okeke. The region of Burumanda, before it was a country, was a hotbed of terrorist training activity. A lot of terrorist groups around the world wanted to keep it that way.”

      Pressing her fingers against her temples, Raven closed her eyes. “Why isn’t anyone else looking for Jack? Why is it up to you guys? None of you is even on active duty anymore.”

      Buzz ground his teeth together. This was the hardest part. “The CIA thinks Jack turned. They think he leaked information to the terrorists, is maybe feeding them intelligence about the delivery method for this virus.”

      Raven’s eyelids flew open. “No way. That’s not possible.”

      “That’s exactly why I’m here.”

      “I-is the CIA, I mean, are they going to suspect you kidnapped Malika to get information about Jack?”

      “Kidnapped isn’t the right word.” He scratched his chin and yawned. “I took her with her father’s permission, but I’m sure they’ll suspect I did it for my own reasons.”

      “And did you? You’re not using that little girl, are you?”

      Buzz shook his head at Raven’s sharp tone. She’d become very protective of Malika in a short space of time. Must be because she’d saved her life, or at least saved her from a kidnapping. “You know me better than that, Raven. I’m the kid-friendly one around here. If I didn’t think I could do a better job of keeping Malika safe than a bunch of by-the-book spooks at the Agency, I wouldn’t have taken her.”

      “You’re right.” She sighed and pushed her hair back from her face. “I’m still on edge…and I missed my date.”

      “Aww, I’m sorry. Let me guess. Broadway show and a hip new restaurant? Or a tapas bar and some club in the Meat Packing District?”

      “It all sounds so shallow when you put it like that, Buzz.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid from her copilot’s perch. “But a helluva lot more fun than sitting on a porch sipping lemonade and watching horses run around. Now I’m going to try to get some sleep before we arrive in Nowheresville, Oklahoma.”

      Six hours later and with no other planes invading his air space, Buzz landed his Jetstream safely at the small White Cloud municipal airport. The morning sun streaked across the broad expanse of sky like a runny egg yolk. His stomach rumbled and he figured their first stop would be breakfast at the Arapaho Café.

      He taxied to a stop next to the hangar and completed his post-flight check. Rubbing his eyes, he turned in his seat to face his sleeping passengers. Raven had reclined both seats, and her long legs were stretched out in front of her while Malika was curled into a tight ball, her head resting on Raven’s shoulder. At least she wasn’t drooling this time.

      He should get a picture for blackmail purposes.

      Hunching forward, he entered the cabin and nudged Raven. “We’re here.”

      Raven started and grasped the arms of her seat, digging her long nails into the leather. “What? Already?”

      “We’ve been flying for six hours. It’s morning, or almost.”

      Raven stretched out a hand and touched Malika’s cheek. “Malika? Time to wake up.”

      Buzz squinted out the window, running his tongue across his teeth. If only he’d had time to pack a bag with a toothbrush. And if he felt that way, Raven must be itching for a shower and some clean clothes. Of course she wouldn’t be able to buy any designer duds in White Cloud, and they needed to get that little girl something to eat first.

      Malika opened her big brown eyes with a flash of fear, until her gaze settled on Raven and the anxiety melted away.

      “Are you hungry?” Raven tweaked one of Malika’s pigtails. “Buzz, we’re going to need something to eat before anything else.”

      Buzz raised his brows. Who had stolen his tough-as-nails Raven and left this squishy marshmallow in her place? “Sure. I was thinking the same thing. After I check in with the ground crew, we’ll hitch a ride into town. I doubt there’s anything to eat at the ranch.”

      They disembarked, and Buzz bundled Raven and Malika inside the hangar while he secured the plane. One of the guys at the airport agreed to loan Buzz his truck.

      As Buzz squeezed Malika between himself and Raven in the front seat of the truck, Raven’s jaw dropped. “You mean this guy who’s a stranger is letting you take off in his truck? How does he know we’re not going to hit the highway and steal it?”

      Buzz chuckled as he threw the beat-up truck in Reverse. “He has my Jetstream. I’d say that’s a fair trade.”

      “How does he know you didn’t steal that plane?”

      “It’s called trust. There’s a lot of that in a small town. Besides, there are no strangers in White Cloud. That guy is cousins with my best friend’s ex-girlfriend.”

      Raven rolled her eyes. “If you say so.”

      They bumped along in the truck for a few miles before they careened into town. The streets were mostly empty at this time of morning, except for a couple of trucks parked in front of the Arapaho Café. Retired ranchers up at their customary time and looking for a little company.

      And Buzz probably knew all of them.

      Scratching

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