A Beautiful Lie (33 page)

With a small shake of her head, Parker cleared the thought from her mind and removed her hand from his lips.

“Would it be okay if I go in there alone for a minute?” Parker asked as she nodded in the direction of the boat.  “I just…I need a second to process this.  And I kind of don’t want to freak you out when I start screaming profanities,” she said with a smile to ease the sting of her request. 

Parker didn’t want Garrett to think she didn’t want or need him there with her.  She just needed a few minutes alone to let everything sink in.  She’d seen the proof on Brady’s computer;  Milo owned a boat.  But standing a few feet away from the actual evidence, and knowing that Milo had plastered her name all over it, was a tough pill to swallow.

Garrett leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to Parker’s forehead.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone to deal with her demons, but he would do whatever she asked.

Garrett’s lips lingered against Parker’s skin, and she closed her eyes for a moment and let his touch, his smell, and his warmth surround her like a cocoon.  He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“You have your gun?” he asked quietly.

Parker nodded and smiled at his question.  Garrett had toned down his constant fear for her safety and trusted she knew what she was doing but not before making sure she was protected. 

“I’m going to head over to the office and ask a couple of questions.  I’ll meet you back here at the boat in a few minutes,” Garrett said before they dropped their hands from his cheek and stepped in opposite directions.

Parker walked up the ramp and took three steps down onto the deck of the boat.  Before heading into the cabin, she paused and looked back over her shoulder at Garrett’s retreating form as he headed to the office.  She smiled to herself, knowing she and Garrett would definitely have a lot to talk about once they were home.

Garrett realized after five minutes that talking to someone in the office wasn't the best idea with his limited knowledge of Spanish.  He muddled through it and was able to find out that the
La Meta Anna Bello
was always dropped off at night after the marina was closed for the day, and the keys were placed in a locked drop-box next to the building.  By the following day, once the work was completed, the boat would be gone until its next scheduled maintenance.

The appointment was always scheduled by text message from a blocked number.

Garrett thanked the man for his time and walked out of the office.  The information he got from the office manager hadn't yielded any solid information that could help them, but it had provided Parker with the time she needed.

Garrett understood her need to be on the boat alone and looking down at his watch, he realized that seven minutes with her out of his sight was all he was willing to give.

He walked out of the office and took two steps toward the ramp that lead to Milo's boat when a deafening explosion roared through his ears and shook the ground beneath his feet, forcing Garrett to take a few extra steps so he wouldn’t fall.

A cloud of smoke and fire filled the sky down towards the end of the dock, right where Milo's boat was.

In the recesses of Garrett's mind he heard shouts, screams, and the pounding of feet as people ran away from the explosion. He couldn’t process anything but the thundering of his heart in his chest.  He couldn’t pay attention to anything except for the orange glow in the sky.  Once his brain caught up to the reality of the situation, he took off running as fast as his feet would allow, shoving people out of the way as he went.  As he ran in the direction of the fire, suddenly it felt like everything was happening in slow motion.  He couldn’t get to Parker fast enough; each step he took was like being in a dream where you were running away from someone but not going anywhere.  He was panicking, the fear coursing through his body threatening to overcome him.

He refused to believe anything had happened to Parker as he ran blindly down the dock, shouting her name at the top of his lungs.  She had just been standing not two feet from him, touching his face.  He could still smell her skin and taste her fingers against his lips when she'd silenced him.

Garrett got as close as he could to where the
La Meta Anna Bello
used to float before he had to stop and shield his face from the heat.  The boat was gone, the only thing left in its place was a wall of fire two stories high that burned off of the wreckage and spilled gasoline and oil on top of the water.

Garrett's eyes searched the water frantically for signs of Parker.  She couldn't have been on the boat.  He refused to believe they'd come this far for her to just be taken from him like this. 

He kept trying to get closer but the heat from the fire was too much and the wind had shifted, forcing the black, billowing smoke in his direction, making him cough and step backwards.  He continued to scream Parker’s name and turn in circles, searching the water and the other boats left untouched by the explosion.

All the things he should have said, should have done, every regret and mistake he’d made with Parker flashed through his mind and almost brought him to his knees.

Garrett was so crippled with fear he almost didn't hear the watery coughs behind him.  He whipped around, back towards the way he had come, just as a hand reached up from the water and slapped down on the dock.

The sparkle of the sapphire and diamond ring on the hand forced a cry of relief from Garrett before he dove to the ground, grabbed the wet hand, and pulled the most beautiful, sopping wet sight he had ever seen out of the water.

Parker felt like her lungs were on fire. She couldn't stop coughing as strong arms pulled her from the marina.  Her body shook from fear and shock as she was cradled against a dry, warm body that she'd recognize anywhere.

Garrett's hands pushed away the wet strands of hair that stuck to her face, his fingers coming away with blood on them as Parker tried to stop coughing.

"Fuck, you're bleeding," Garrett said with panic in his voice.  She wanted to tell him that she was fine, that it was just a scratch from flying debris, but her throat hurt too badly from the amount of water she swallowed during her unexpected swim.

Garrett pulled Parker tighter against him and ran his fingers over every inch of her, checking to make sure she wasn't bleeding anywhere else, but mostly to assure himself she was really there, safe and alive.

When Parker's coughs finally subsided, the sound of sirens in the distance filled the air.

"We need to get out of here," Parker said with a scratchy voice.

They couldn't be anywhere near the explosion when the authorities came or every lead they’d found would come to a screeching halt.  If their cover was blown, they’d never get any more answers.

Garrett slid one arm under Parker's knees, wrapped the other around her back,, and stood, easily scooping her body up as he went and cradling her against his chest.

"Garrett, I'm fine, I can walk," Parker protested in between coughs.

He pulled her tighter against him, her wet clothes soaking both of them and dripping a puddle by Garrett's feet.

"Shut up, Parker.  I'm not letting you go, so just deal with it," Garrett said as he started walking at a fast pace down the dock and out into the parking lot to where he parked the car.

Parker wrapped her arms around Garrett's neck and stared at his profile as he got them to the end of the dock in record time.  She couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Garrett’s face as he’d pulled her from the water.  His eyes had been watery, full of unshed tears. The blood had drained from his face like every single fear he’d ever known had come to fruition.

"I'm sorry I scared you," Parker whispered as Garrett opened the passenger door of the car and gently placed her inside.

He knelt down next to the open door and pulled the seatbelt across her chest and fastened it while she shivered from shock and cold.

Parker knew now wasn't the time to break down, but she couldn't stop the tears from pooling in her eyes when she thought about how close she’d come to never being able to touch or kiss Garrett again.

He wiped the tears from her cheeks and brushed the hair out of her face.  Something cracked wide open inside of Garrett the moment he thought he might have lost Parker forever.  He was done pretending, done keeping everything he felt buried deep inside.  But he needed to get them out of the marina.  The sirens were getting louder.  It would only be a matter of minutes before the place was filled with the authorities.

"I wasn't worried," Garrett said with a shrug and a smile.  "You're too stubborn to let anything happen to you."

Parker let out a laugh and rolled her eyes as Garrett stood up and shut the car door.

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Garrett called Brady after they pulled out of the marina and explained what happened.  Instead of making Parker sit in the car for over three hours with wet clothes, Garrett decided to get a hotel room so she could rest.  They could get up first thing in the morning to head back to the resort.

He checked them into the first hotel he came to, drew Parker a hot bath so she could get rid of the chill, and then walked to a corner store once she was situated in the tub. He picked up first aid supplies for the cut on her head and a change of clothes since hers wouldn't be dry any time soon.

Forty minutes later he paced back and forth outside of the bathroom door waiting for Parker to emerge.

The light splashes of water and soft sighs he heard on the other side of the door every so often were the only things preventing him from barging in to make sure she was okay.

Garrett's phone rang and he momentarily stopped his pacing to answer it.

"McCarthy."

              "Hey, man," Brady replied.  "How's Parker?"

              Garrett sat down on the end of the bed and stared at the closed door.

              "She's alright.  Relaxing in the tub.  Did you find out anything?" Garrett asked.

On Garrett's walk to the store, he had asked Brady to get a copy of the marina's phone records and find out what the blocked number was that always made the appointments for Milo's boat.

"Yeah," Brady sighed.  "The number is the same one for the extra cell phone Milo owned."

Garrett suspected that would most likely be the case, but it was still frustrating to have it confirmed.  He kept thinking back to the kid he'd grown up with, the one his parents had taken under their wings, encouraged, and supported in every way.  Garrett had no idea how Milo had strayed so far from them and turned into someone like this.

"There's something else," Brady said, the trepidation evident in his voice.

Garrett waited for him to continue.

"I tried to pull up flight records for Milo, but there was absolutely nothing listed on any of the public airline's itineraries for him," Brady explained.  "I found the records of his trips for the military easy enough, and they all legitimately matched his missions.  I find it hard to believe that Milo never took one personal flight his entire life though."

Garrett's head spun as Brady added even more details to the mystery.

"I looked through every private charter service’s flight plan, and he's not listed on a passenger log on of any of them.  But, my computer has an anagram program that will take the letters of a name, mix them up, and tell you what other names can be made using those exact letters," Brady explained in a rush of growing excitement.

“On August 29
, 2004, there was a passenger by the name of Roberto Mils listed on the flight roster of a private jet that landed in Maryland from the Dominican at Saint John’s private airport.  If you take that name and rearrange it, you get Milo Roberts.”

Brady paused to let the information sink in with Garrett. 

“That flight was in the summer right before Parker started her senior year of college,” Garrett mused to himself out loud.   “Milo flew to Florida around that time for a cousin’s funeral...or so he said.  He never mentioned the guy in all the time I knew him but said something about how it was the only family member he kept in touch with, occasionally.  I tried to go with him but he said he wanted to go alone,” Garrett told Brady.

The door to the bathroom opened and Parker stepped out into the room, wrapped in a towel.

“Good work, Marshall.  Call me if you find anything new.”

Garrett disconnected the call and tossed the phone down onto the bed as he stood up and crossed the room to Parker.

He immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.  Parker hadn’t been able to get warm enough no matter how hot she made the water.  She’d been in plenty of dangerous situations but none where she was two steps away from being blown to bits.  The chill that burrowed deep down into her bones had more to do with nerves than it did with actually being cold.  Garrett’s arms enveloped her and melted everything away from the past couple of hours.

Parker slid her arms around Garrett’s waist and turned her head to the side so she could rest her cheek against his chest, right above his heart.  The muffled thumps of each beat reverberated through her ear, and she counted each one.

Garrett let out a sigh of relief at having Parker in his arms again and being able to feel that she was safe and alive.  He rested his chin on top of her head and rubbed slow circles across the skin of her back above where the towel ended. 

Garrett wasn’t sure when it had happened, but he had accepted the fact that CIA Parker was independent, strong, and could take care of herself.  He realized that watching her in action made him care about her even more than he thought possible.  She excelled at what she did, and he was amazed at how easily his previous notions of her personality before he knew she was CIA fit so well with who she really was and who he had always known her to be.

The only problem he had, the one realization that sucker punched him in the gut with the force of a freight train, was that he was powerless to keep her safe.  Garrett would never forget the staggering pain he felt when he thought she’d been hurt.