For His Eyes Only (21 page)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

The front door opened and sunlight streamed down the hallway past Jesse’s cell in the instant before the door closed with a tinny clank. Lights snapped on and she jammed her eyes shut against the painful intrusion. She had been confined for more than a day in total darkness. She leaned back against the wall, blinking as booted feet shuffled along the hall. The odor of burnt cocaine preceded six armed guards who came into view.

They stopped in front of her cell and a guard unlocked the door. He stepped back and pointed his cattle prod at her. “Get up,” he ordered in English.

Jesse glanced at his three comrades with the CR-21s, then looked back at him. “What, no breakfast?”

“
Now,” he said.

She locked gazes with him and slowly rose. The men backed up as she stepped from the cell, and the head guard motioned her forward with this cattle prod.

She lifted a brow. “No handcuffs?”

His eyes narrowed.

She should be more like Cole, Mr. Unflappable. But if the guard tried to hit her with the cattle prod again, she’d ram it up his ass and energize.

Jesse marched in front of the guards out the building into the hot sun. Four more guards waited outside in a line. The guards parted, pointing the way to the open bed of a military surplus duce-an-a-half parked twenty feet away. No firing squad—yet. She slowed to a stroll. Cole wasn’t in the truck. She surveyed the four other buildings like the one where she had been caged, and two smaller structures at the south end of the compound. Which building had, or did, imprison Cole?

The perimeter had no fencing. Two guard towers, each with two men and a 50 caliber Browning machine gun, were located at opposite corners. They had substantial firepower all the way around, but she wouldn’t get a better chance at escape than this, especially if they were moving her to a more secure prison. When the guards kept a respectable distance, she realized why they hadn’t handcuffed her or used the cattle prod. Perez wanted her alive and coherent, so had ordered them not to get close enough to start any shit with her. Understanding struck. Why hadn’t she thought of it before? Perez went to see Cole while he was being held captive in the village. All she had to do was get captured, and Perez would come to her.

At the truck, she vaulted in and sat in the back against the cab. Two guards with prods and side arms jumped in and sat in the rear. Guards lowered the flap, the engine revved, and Jesse grabbed the edge of the seat as the vehicle lurched forward. They traveled on rutted roads for fifteen minutes, then stopped. One guard threw back the flap and jumped from the truck.

Jesse caught sight of the corner of a large hacienda surrounded by well-trimmed bushes before the second guard jumped to the ground. A gravel drive curved to the right, butting up against a long expanse of velvet lawn stretched past the house to a rock wall eight feet tall.

The head guard along with two of his comrades appeared. “Get out,” he ordered.

Jesse stared impassively.

“
Vamanoos!”

She’d gone as far as she was going to. “You gonna make me?”

He threw out a clipped order and the four men pointed their guns at her.

She maintained eye contact with the leader. “You’ll need more than you four to take me alive. If he wants me, he can come get me.”

The guard’s face reddened. Jesse thought she’d miscalculated, then he muttered to the man beside him, and the man hurried toward the hacienda.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, and the heat inside the truck pressed in on her. The guards shuffled, sweated, and swore outside the truck. The temperature had to be hotter in the sun than inside the shaded truck, although, she’d kill for even a trickle of a breeze.

She had decided Perez wasn’t going for the deal, and her heart sped up with the fear that she had to find a way out of here and back to Cole when a tall, good looking man dressed in beige slacks and a short sleeved linen shirt, approached with an easy gait. He stood as tall as Cole and carried an extra thirty pounds of muscle. This man was nothing like the stereotypical drug lord—short, scruffy, heavyset—nothing like what she had expected. He stopped at the back of the truck. Jesse looked into eyes that were exactly what she’d expected: dark and lifeless. Dread coiled deep within her and she understood: Perez and Lanton were exactly alike, and she’d underestimated them both.

He tilted his head in a bow. “Senorita.”

Jesse gave a nod. “Senor Perez.”

“
I am told I must come greet you personally.”

She didn’t reply.

“
Come inside. We must talk.”

“
Where’s Cole?” she asked.

“
Do you care?”

“
Professional curiosity.”

Perez laughed. “Very good. We will discuss Mr. Smith. Please,” he gave an elegant wave of his hand, indicating she should exit the truck, “come inside where it is more comfortable.”

Jesse jumped from the truck and fell into step alongside the man who held the key to her future. She prayed like hell he couldn’t hear her heart pounding.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Jesse followed a servant past Perez, through a salon, and onto a veranda. Two glasses and a pitcher filled with something fruity sat on a tray beside a small table where the servant seated her. He filled her glass, placed it on the table in front of her, then started for the door. Jesse reached for the drink and cast a casual glance at Perez. He still stood in the doorway speaking in low tones to another man.

She looked to the right where an eight-foot wall separated her from freedom. The jungle had been cut back, but lush tropical pines still grew so close, their needles kissed the vines that crept over the wall. Rubber trees vied for the remaining space, their massive leaves allowing only reflected sunlight to filter through. She could make it over the wall before anyone could raise an alarm. From the corner of her eye, Jesse saw Perez start to turn toward her. Sipping her drink, she leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. Guava. She liked guava—on a beach in St. Thomas.

“
You will have to forgive me,” Perez said.

Jesse opened her eyes as he slipped into the chair opposite her.

He reached for the pitcher. “I did not intend for you to spend the night incarcerated. I was not present when you were detained.”

She sipped her drink as he filled his glass, then placed the pitcher back on the tray.

Perez picked up his glass, leaned back in his chair, and met her gaze. “There was no need to sabotage the dry dock and channel,” he said in a conversational tone. “The fuel depot and diesel generator would have been sufficient.”

Jesse set her drink on the table. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“
Of course not.” He took a sip of his drink, then set it down. “I’ll get to the point, Miss Evans. You have made a grave mistake.”

She laughed. “Have I?”

“
You have.” He paused. “You are nothing like I expected. You are…extraordinarily beautiful. I was told you were formidable.” She detected a grudging note of respect in his voice. “I am surprised Robert Lanton so easily fooled you.”

Jesse narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?”

“
You believe you’re here on a personal vendetta but, in reality, this entire affair was orchestrated. You and Mr. Smith are here to kill me and get evidence to prove Robert Lanton is your traitor. Isn’t that true?”

“
I’m no assassin.”

“
But you are. License to kill. And if you won’t kill me, Mr. Smith will, for he believes I murdered his men.”

Jesse knew exactly how Cole felt. She controlled the near compulsion to reach across the table and strangle Perez for what he did to Green Team, Martinez, and Maria. Jesse reached for her drink.

“
You think I killed Maria Hamilton,” he said as if reading her mind.

Jesse let her hand fall from the glass. “You didn’t have to kill her—then send her home—” Her voice broke. “You son-of-a-bitch, she was a little girl.”

“
I never had her. The kidnapping was a fabrication. In fact, Robert was supposed to meet me at the village.”

“
Lanton—in Columbia? He’s not that stupid.”

Perez leaned back in his chair. “He wanted his next payment in bonds and demanded we meet. I had no idea I had been falsely accused of kidnapping a little girl and went to the village to meet a business associate. Imagine my surprise when I received word Mr. Smith and his death squad were waiting for me.”

“
Our units aren’t assassins,” Jesse snapped.

“
Perhaps you do not know Robert Lanton as I do. A man like him feels he owns the power he has attained. You—everyone around him—exists for his pleasure.”

The all-too-apt assessment sent a shiver down her spine.

Perez set his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “Miss Evans, I could kill you and no one would ever find the body. What possible reason could I have for lying?”

“
I don’t know, but I’m not stupid enough to take your word.”

“
Then take the word of your Senator Hamilton. He agreed to let the world think his daughter was kidnapped, then killed.”

Jesse stared. “The Senator in league with Lanton? My God, you have balls.”

Perez gave a slow shake of his head. “The logic makes perfect sense. Senator Hamilton wanted into Columbia. Robert convinced him using his daughter would ensure that.”

“
Hamilton wouldn’t jeopardize her life.”

“
He wouldn’t see it as jeopardizing her life. She was never anywhere near Columbia. So where is the harm in using her name to catch an informer who threatened national security?” Perez paused. “You see, there is one person in this world Robert Lanton fears.”

“
You?” Jesse offered.

He nodded. “I own him.”

“
You’re his meal ticket.”

Perez laughed. “True, and I fed him well. But nothing I own sits idle.”

“
Your money bought you the lives of five elite soldiers.”

Perez gave a deprecating snort. “Such information would not be worth ten million dollars.”

“
Ten million—we only found two.”

Perez flashed brilliant white teeth. “He will not receive the other eight.”

Anger flushed through her. “I don’t give a damn how much blood money you paid. You killed them, you bastard. I—” she broke off at realizing what she was about to reveal. “Your men slaughtered them.”

“
Self-defense,” he replied. “Your men would have done the same if my men had attacked them.” Jesse started to reply, but he cut her off. “Think, Miss Evans, you’re missing the big picture.”

Despite the blood that roared through her ears something clicked in her mind. He’d said
national security
. Selling out Green Team was a security breach, but wouldn’t be considered national security. A submarine that could enter U.S. waters without detection… The
big picture
snapped into focus.

Jesse kept her voice level as she said, “We both know more Cartel subs get through our net than those we catch, but the sub you’re building is reported to be far more sophisticated than even the supersub we snagged last year. Your sub will need help penetrating the sonar surveillance network strung across the Caribbean. You might make it past the sonar net by shadowing freighters along shipping routes, but unlike the small tin cans your predecessors used, you can’t hope to go unnoticed by our Alpha-class subs. A U.S hunter-killer subs will hone in on your equipment in ten minutes flat—and that’s if the Navy or Coast Guard don’t find you first.” A smile of admiration spread across his face as she ended, “You need Lanton to hand over our sub locations and patrol routes.”

Warmth swept through her. Robert Lanton hadn’t set her up simply as an agent who’d sold out her team. She was a highly skilled and very dangerous operative guilty of treason.

Perez lifted his drink in a toast. “As I said, national security.” He took a sip and set the glass back on the table.

“
Ten million dollars is a great deal of money. Lanton wouldn’t give up future payments of that size.”

“
He was…torn, but ultimately realized I would never release him from my employ.” Perez shrugged. “He made the mistake of thinking he could take my money then dispose of me.”

“
Why tell me all this?” Jesse waved her hand, indicating her surroundings. “Like you said, you can kill me and no one would know the difference.”

“
Robert Lanton counted on you finding me, and one of us killing the other. It didn’t matter which. The one left standing would be dead by his assassin’s hand.”

She opened her mouth to rebut, but the logic hit hard. All she’d had to do was her job in order to set Lanton’s plan into motion. This explained why she’d escaped Columbia. Green Leader wanted her alive so she could kill Perez. Then, as Perez said, if she failed, another assassin would finish the job. Then kill her. Jesse felt as if a knife had pierced her heart.

Cole.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Jesse now understood why Perez hadn’t killed Cole in the village. Cole was the only witness to the fact Green Leader was selling national secrets to the most notorious Columbian drug lord of their time. Perez would have told Cole everything he told her. Yet Cole hadn’t admitted to the meeting because he feared she would deduce that he knew Lanton was guilty. Why hide that fact? Why not use to convince her he was on her side?