Heart of a Hero (48 page)

Mercier was watching them closely, his shrewd gray gaze flicking from one to the other. Eric gave him a thumbs-up and then placed a hand on Dawn’s shoulder and squeezed. Her muscles tensed beneath his palm and he could tell what an effort she made to steady her breathing.

Dawn was no novice in this business. He needed to stop worrying about her and coddling her. Nothing would undermine her self-confidence quicker than that.

Eric suddenly experienced a pang of gut-wrenching apprehension, but quickly dismissed it. He couldn’t function in this role if he lost his absolute belief in the success of the mission. He also couldn’t operate efficiently if he kept allowing that lovely little body of hers to snag his attention and work him into a sweat.

She finished exiting the program, got up from the chair and stretched.

“I’ll transmit whatever we can find on this Quince while you’re in flight,” Mercier said.

Time for a test, one Eric felt extremely reluctant to make, but it had to be done. The removing-glasses trick had not worked with Dawn. He had tried it twice and given up. But Jack was a good subject, one he’d never had problems reading before and usually without even trying.

Eric took off his glasses and looked directly at Jack, fully expecting to glean whether the boss had anything in mind he wasn’t saying. Nothing. Not even the white noise that usually accompanied an unsuccessful attempt to read someone. However, the failed attempt didn’t worry Eric especially
in spite of the surprise it provided. Maybe it was the room itself hampering things. God knows it blocked out everything else.

He slid his glasses back on and shook Jack’s hand. They didn’t say goodbye. He noted that Dawn followed suit, merely inclining her head to Mercier. Her lips were firm, her stance confident. Together they left silently and hurried down the hallway.

“If you’re Al-Dayal, what’s my name?” she demanded as he ushered her out to the car. She still wore that obstinate look, one that warned him she might be masking fear with anger.

“Aurora, my second wife. It means Dawn.”

“I know that.” She frowned up at him as she got into the vehicle. “Give me a break. So where is number one spouse these days?”

He peered down, keeping his expression serious. “No longer with us. She refused to follow orders.”

“Okay, hotshot. I get the picture,” she snapped as she grabbed the handle and slammed the door, nearly catching his fingers in the process.

He rounded the car and got in. Dawn being a little angry was better than Dawn shaking in her boots, he supposed, but she would have to get over both reactions and do it pretty damn quick. When they arrived at their destination, he needed a calm, subordinate spouse who would stay in the background. Somehow Eric had trouble imagining that.

He sighed and shook his head as he looked over at her and stuck the key in the ignition.

She was probably nervous as hell, but she was concealing it pretty well. Everything about this mission would be as foreign to her as a trip to Mars. He wished she were better equipped, that he could prepare her adequately, but
there simply wasn’t time for a full indoctrination. He’d just have to help her wing it.

Dawn appeared anything but subservient, and he wasn’t altogether sure she could fake that. “Look, you
can
do this, okay?” he said.

She yanked her seat belt across her slender curves, clicked it in place and huffed. “Of course I can do this. I’ll just pretend I’m my great-grandmother.”

Eric cranked the car and pulled away from the curb, laughing. “Honey, I can’t believe the women in your family were servile even that far back.”

“Well, she managed up to a point. Until about two years into the marriage, so I was told.”

Did he dare ask? “What happened then?”

Dawn smiled, eyes narrowed menacingly. “Granny got fed up and nailed his butt to the wall.”

“Figuratively speaking, I hope.”

“She shot him in the behind with a load of bird shot. I hear he never walked quite right after that.”

Eric winced. “Can you restrain yourself for a week or so, you think?”

Dawn shrugged. “Probably, but just in case, we’d better not drag this out any longer than we have to.”

“Ten days, absolute max, I figure.”

Eric fully meant to keep to that deadline, but not because he thought for a second she would blow her cool and endanger the mission. Despite her bragging about her granny’s dubious antics, Dawn was too much the professional to act out when their very lives depended on it.

If the deal had not gotten under way within a week, Eric knew he would probably be a dead customer and Dawn along with him. It would mean they had been made.

“H
ow beautiful!” Dawn rarely gushed, but it was hard not to when flying fairly low over the blue Aegean and its green and white dots of paradise. “I’m coming back here for vacation one day.”

“Yeah, you should take a yacht tour to Marathi. That’s fantastic and fairly inexpensive,” Eric advised. “Not too touristy or cluttered.”

She turned to smile at him. “I take it you’ve been here before?”

He nodded and pointed out the window. “That speck off to the right is Horio, I think. Used to be a sponge-harvesting island, but most of that trade moved to Florida when the sponges died out here.” He buckled his seat belt.

“Have you spoken with Mercier?” she asked, more interested in the mission now than the sight below.

“While you were sleeping. He ran the name Quince
through all sources and thinks he might have a hit. A Greek by the name of Stefan Cydonia, a mercenary known for his involvement in weapons dealing. He’s dealt in uranium and some other components used to make WMDs, too. If it’s him, he’s an arrogant bastard. Cydonia is Latin for quince.”

“So he’s suspect because he’s a Greek, his name means quince and this meeting is ostensibly set for somewhere in the Greek Isles?” she asked. “Makes sense to me.”

“He was involved in an illegal arms deal years ago in Baden-Baden, Germany. We had some pretty good intel on that, but he managed to escape. That’s how he got on our ‘to watch’ list and gained probable credit for some other deals in the same vein.”

“I’m impressed. Do we have his address, by any chance?”

Eric shook his head. “No luck there. No usable photos, either. He has managed to stay off the radar for nearly a decade.”

“What else do we know about him?” Dawn asked, intrigued and eager to know who they were up against.

“Very little, but Jack’s working on that. We’ll be landing soon.”

No sooner had he said that than their captain announced they were approaching the international airport in Athens.

Two other men accompanied them on the plane, both very large bodyguard types wearing regular business suits and the traditional headpieces of Eric’s bogus homeland. One was called Ressam. He was a dour man with darting eyes and quick movements. He reminded her of a ferret.

The other, Eric introduced as Clay Senate, a fellow Sextant agent also in disguise going by the name of Adil. It was impossible to determine what his nationality might be. He stood well over six feet tall, had a light reddish-brown complexion, wise gray-green eyes and faintly
oriental features. His formidable height and build were reassuring, and he was definitely an easy guy to look at. Pity he was so stoic and never smiled. She hoped that was just part of his current disguise and not his real demeanor.

When Eric warned her not to speak with either man except in an emergency because it was forbidden, Dawn knew the ruse had begun in earnest. She was now Aurora, wife of Jarad Al-Dayal, wealthy oil magnate and closet terrorist.

The private jet impressed Dawn, as did the clothing she had been provided. In the smaller piece of her Vuitton luggage that he had told her to open, there were a couple of the traditional robes Eric had warned her she would have to wear, but also included were casual outfits appropriate for a vacation in the warm climes of Greece and the islands.

At Eric’s direction, she had napped in the cabin at the back of the plane, which contained a bedroom with a king-size bed sporting satin sheets. She had showered in the fantastic bathroom with its gold fittings and fancy soaps, amazed that the bronze tan he’d sprayed on her didn’t seem to fade at all. Then she had applied her makeup—heavy on the kohl shadow, as Eric had suggested—and dressed in lightweight summer slacks and a pink silk tank top. Her strappy little sandals probably cost more than her entire wardrobe back home.

Eric was resplendent, dressed for show as a young oil tycoon from the Middle East. The dark mustache was new and looked perfectly real and at home above his finely sculpted mouth. What a change from the handsome but terse government agent she had first met in that interrogation room. Then later, at his place, he had become that teasing, slightly rowdy blond jock. Was that his natural self, or yet another guise?

She reminded herself once again that she must keep in
mind how easily this guy switched gears. How could any woman ever trust a man like Vinland? She still had no idea who he really was at heart or what the heck he was going to do next. Maybe that was the main part of his charm, that unpredictability.

But for now, Dawn knew she was completely in his hands whether she liked it or not. “Where do we go first?”

“Through security, then customs. Then we reboard for the flight to Leros.”

Eric adjusted his ghutra. “Remember you are supposed to be Andorran. When you speak, use English with a Spanish accent. English will be our common language since it’s the one I would be most likely to know with my Oxford education. You’ll have to suit up before we deplane. Where’s your stuff?”

“In the bedroom, laid out on the bed. You’ll have to show me what goes where.”

He smiled rather evilly, teasing her again. Dawn knew it was his way of trying to put her at ease, so she didn’t even pretend to take offense.

“You’d better wear this, too,” he said, reaching under his robes to retrieve a small box. In it were a gold band and an enormous diamond solitaire. He slipped both on her finger.

She stretched out her arm to view the rings from a distance. “Tell me this rock is not the real deal.”

“Oh yes, darling. Only the most ostentatious for my missus,” he assured her. Then he grinned. “On loan with the rest of the bling-bling, so don’t lose anything down a drain or you’ll be in hock for life.”

“The clothes are loaners, too, right?” she asked.

“No, those are yours.”

Dawn’s eyes widened as she looked at him in wonder. “Really?” She ought to protest, but couldn’t bring herself
to do it. Though she had seen only a portion of the things someone had packed for her, those she had seen were absolutely fantastic. Expensive. Gorgeous. Made her feel like a million. Looking that way was the whole point, of course.

She chalked it up to a clothing allowance that beat all. Or maybe hazard pay. She’d probably earn the new duds in spades before this was over.

Twenty minutes later, they landed and were greeted by several official-looking men wearing suits.

Covered head to foot in blue, heavily embroidered flowing silk, Dawn kept her gaze lowered. Her face, hands and feet were the only parts of her visible to others. She stayed in Eric’s wake while he hammed it up in his new role. He gave the word
pompous
new meaning, but certainly looked grand enough to carry it off with panache.

After they entered the building, she experienced a few minutes of apprehension when they were separated. A female attendant guided her to a private room where Dawn was politely, but very thoroughly, searched. Not a pleasant experience, but tolerable. The wait to get back to Eric and their two bodyguards seemed interminable, but she guessed that was to be expected, too.

She thought she noted a look of relief in his eyes when she rejoined him later. Or maybe he was only squinting from the contacts he was wearing. She missed the glasses.

She blinked and looked down at her hands with their newly tanned skin, natural-colored nails and enormous diamond, and didn’t recognize them as her own. This was too weird.

The short flight to the island of Leros and limousine trip to the Milos hotel proved uneventful and was virtually silent. Surprisingly, she missed the easy banter with Eric. But the bodyguards sat across from them, vigilant and
fierce-looking as Dobermans. Even though Dawn knew whose side they were on, their somber presence discouraged any conversation.

When she and Eric were alone at last, Dawn quickly removed the confining outer garments and drew in a deep breath. They were staying at a new and very exclusive hotel near the black-sand beach. The place must have been constructed especially for visiting royalty. Though the outside looked relatively modest and in keeping with the simple local architecture, the interior was downright fantastic.

“This place would wow Trump,” she muttered.

Eric tossed his head-covering onto the sofa of the sitting room and glared at her. “Silence, woman!” he snapped, then covered her mouth with his hand to keep her from spouting the sharp comeback she had in mind.

Dawn realized at once he thought the place might be wired. He moved his hand and gestured to one of the doors leading off the sitting room. In the bathroom, he turned on the shower and left it running.

Immediately, he moved close to her, embraced her carefully and whispered into her ear, “Wherever we are, assume that everything we say and do is monitored. Especially here. The Milos is the only five-star around and the one in which I, as Al-Dayal, would be most likely to stay. If our rooms aren’t bugged, then we’re dealing with amateurs.”

Dawn nodded, trying to ignore the closeness of his body, his exotic scent and the feel of his palm on her cheek. She could kick herself for not thinking of wires first thing. It was a simple matter for a bribed employee to plant listening devices. That could have been the porter who accompanied them to the room with their luggage, a concierge ordered to dash up to see that all was in order, or whoever had delivered the fresh arrangement of flowers minutes before they arrived.

Eric continued, his voice barely audible, his fake mustache tickling her ear. “Stay in character.
Always,
unless I invite you out of it. I’ll decide when it’s safe.”