LITMIR.BIZ

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and over.” The man stopped halfway across the room and faced all of them. “Still, none of you thought to clue me in on what the hell was going on?” He spun toward the pilot and copilot.

      The pilot held up a hand. “Robert Van Cleave, pilot of the plane, this is Randy Needham, my copilot. I don’t know what all happened in Cancun, but we experienced engine trouble after something hit the plane.” He nodded to the man next to him. “We did the best we could to land the aircraft in an unpopulated location. We got everyone out before the fuel ignited and the plane exploded.”

      The commander nodded. “Thank you for getting them down in one piece and out of the plane alive.” He turned to Becca. “And who are you and what do you have to do with what happened? Were you one of the kidnapped women being sold?”

      “No, sir.” Becca stood, too wound up to sit, and ready to get the heck out of the building and on her way to DC. “I’m Becca Smith, and I was in Cancun looking for the assassin who killed my father, a respected member of the CIA. I believe the assassin who targeted Sawyer was the same mercenary who killed my father. Unfortunately, he died before we could find out who hired him to do the job. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to get back to DC and see if I can pick up the trail from a different direction.”

      Commander Jacobs held up his hand. “Hold your horses, young lady. Like I said before, nobody is going anywhere. You do realize you’ll all be questioned in regard to the airplane you were flying in. And, by the way, you haven’t gotten to letting me know how you managed to be returning to the States in a private jet.”

      Becca held up her hand. “I can explain that one. My boss offered to fly us back after all that happened in Cancun.”

      “Who the hell do you work for? The president?” the CO asked.

      “No, sir,” Becca said. “But my boss has connections in the government. I’m not at liberty to share his identity or the organization for which I work. I’d have to get permission from my boss.”

      Commander Jacobs crossed the room and stood toe-to-toe with her.

      Becca lifted her chin and stared straight into his eyes, refusing to back down or be cowed by the man who towered over her.

      “Well, I sure as hell don’t have the answers to the questions the FAA will have about that aircraft. I suggest you get your boss on the line, ASAP.”

      “Do you have a phone I can borrow?” She fished hers out of her pocket. “Mine went for a swim with me.”

      Quentin chuckled, the sound sending warmth through Becca’s chest.

      “Chief Petty Officer Quentin, do you find something funny about this situation?” Commander Jacobs glared at him. “Because I sure as hell don’t.”

      “No, sir.” Quentin wiped the smirk off his face and stood at attention.

      “Then show this woman to a telephone so that she can call home,” Commander Jacobs snapped.

      “On it.” Quentin held out his hand.

      Becca took his hand and let him lead her out of the room. Once in the hallway, she asked, “Is he always that cranky?”

      “Only when he doesn’t know what’s going on. We should have reported in sooner.”

      Quentin led her into an office with a telephone. “Dial 9 to get an outside line. I’ll leave you to it.” He stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind him.

      Alone at last, still damp with swamp water in her hair and clothes, Becca lifted the telephone and dialed 9 and Royce’s cell phone number.

      He answered on the first ring. “Yeah.”

      “It’s Smith,” she said.

      “Smith, what’s going on? The tracking device on the plane blinked out before you were due to land in Mississippi. Is everything all right?”

      “No, sir. We think the plane was shot down.” She explained what happened and their subsequent attack by the helicopter. “You might want to be here to explain the private plane and who it belongs to. The FAA and the Department of Homeland Security will be all over what happened.”

      “I’m on my way. I should be there early in the morning, if you can hold off the wolves until then.”

      “I’ll do the best I can,” Becca said. “When the FAA and DHS are done with us, I’d like to get back to DC and see if I can drum up another lead to follow. Whoever is behind my father’s death could possibly be after me now.”

      “You’re probably right. In which case, I need to assign an agent to protect you.”

      “I don’t need anyone to protect me.”

      “Yes, you do,” a voice said behind her.

      Becca spun toward the door.

      Quentin stood in the half-opened doorway. “Sorry to eavesdrop, but the CO is getting restless.”

      “Becca, is that one of the navy SEALs?” Royce asked.

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Let me talk to him.”

      “Sir—” Becca hesitated.

      “Hand him the phone, Smith,” Royce commanded.

      Becca held out the receiver. “My boss wants to talk to you.”

      Quentin entered the room, closed the door and raised the receiver to his ear. “Yes, sir.”

      Becca strained to hear what her boss was saying to Quentin.

      “Chief Petty Officer Quentin Lovett, sir.” He listened for a moment and then smiled. “I’d be happy to. No sir, I’m still on leave for a couple days, if my commander doesn’t cancel it.” He nodded. “I will, sir. No. Thank you.” He handed the receiver to Becca.

      She frowned, not liking that Royce hadn’t told her what he wanted to talk to Quentin about. “Sir, I need to get back to the debriefing.”

      “Smith, Lovett has offered to be your bodyguard. I want you to stick to him like flypaper.”

      “But, sir.”

      “No buts. All other agents are assigned at this time.”

      “What about Natalie Layne? She could be my bodyguard.”

      “She’s not officially on board. I have to bring her back on the payroll before I can assign her.”

      “Quentin isn’t on your payroll,” she pointed out.

      “No, but he offered to spend his leave taking care of you. Let him.”

      “But—”

      “I’m on my way. See you in the morning.” A loud click indicated the end of the call. Becca stared at the receiver a moment before replacing it in the cradle.

      “Looks like you and I will be together a little longer.”

      Becca spun to face him.

      The man leaned his back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

      Anger rushed up Becca’s chest, filling her cheeks with heat. “Like hell we are.” She marched up to him. “Move.”

      He stepped aside and opened the door. “Where are you going?”

      “Anywhere but in the same room with you.”

      He raised his hands. “Hey, your boss asked me to look out for you, not the other way around.”

      She stared at him through narrowed eyes. “I don’t care what he said. I have work to do.”

      “You heard the commander. No one goes anywhere until the FAA and DHS go through the motions.”

      “The sooner the better. And then I’m out of here.”

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