The Hunter (6 page)

Lily checked her watch. Five more minutes. If he didn’t come out by then, she would go in. She wondered what he would do as revenge. Strip Amber? Hmm. How tediously boring. And if he did that, he surely knew he would have a war on his hands and Amber would kill him. No, he already knew that he needed Amber’s cooperation, so he wouldn’t do something too drastic.

But men were stupid and the last agent they had sent—Lily shrugged—well, that one deserved being caught. Better him than Amber or she, certainly.

She was well aware of the risks both of them were taking, but they had agreed that some of those risks were worth it, as in the case of the girls and children. Somebody had to do something. Why not them? They were in the position to do it, and if they were extremely careful, who would know?

So a CIA boy playing cat-and-mouse games with her good friend didn’t bother her conscience. It should. Sometimes she thought she didn’t have any feelings left, even about caring for Amber’s well-being. She would protect her, even kill for her…but she wasn’t sure whether it was because that was the thing to do or because she was just programmed that way. She just liked protecting people, she supposed.

Sixty seconds. Not that she was doing a good job protecting Amber at this moment, she admitted with a wry smile. A stranger in the bedroom with her friend. What was she thinking, allowing him fifteen minutes? That was enough time to do a lot.

She started toward the room. She supposed if she blew away another CIA agent, she would be forgiven this time if he happened to be naked and on top of Amber. The door was ajar, so she just pushed it open and walked in with her weapon.

A quick glance told her that Amber was alone. He was gone.

Wow. He was damn good.

Lily looked at her friend again, who was tucked in bed like she had gone there herself. Nothing around to show what McMillan had done. Oh. Amber’s weapons were laid out neatly at the foot of the bed. Lily smiled ruefully. Ooops. She knew where those were kept.

That man was in so much trouble. That was good. “Keep distracting her for me,” she murmured. “I’d hoped Brad would, but you’ll do.”

But she wasn’t going to
think
about Brad. And what she didn’t want him to do with Amber. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, remember? No feelings. Not a damn one.

“Dobro.
Call me back when the shipment
arrives. I’m counting on you.” Dilaver shut his cell phone and turned to Hawk. “Finally, some good news.”

Hawk raised his eyebrows questioningly. He was sitting on the new sofa Dilaver had bought last night, his feet resting on the new coffee table. An entire suite of furniture to replace the destroyed one. He wondered how long they would last before they, too, became the victims of their owner’s displeasure.

“I tell you, everyone wants a piece of the action, you know? It used to be they respected the different militias in charge and no one would contemplate going after anything that belongs to us, but lately…” Dilaver paused, shaking his head in disgust. “They even dare to rob me. In broad daylight! The last few months have been killing me, man, what with the missing shipments. Not enough income and too many damn lazy fuckers to feed, you know? What the hell’s this world coming to when even the petty thieves don’t respect us?”

Hawk almost laughed aloud. He was sitting with one of the most reviled men in the criminal world and the latter was complaining about his illegal activities like some businessman facing a market downturn. That the piece of action had to do with kidnapped girls being trafficked across borders like so many cattle was sickening enough, but Dilaver talked of them as shipments and income, not registering that these were human lives that he had destroyed. And it was ironic humor that struck Hawk because it didn’t seem to occur to Dilaver that he was the biggest robber of all, as he sat there complaining about petty thieves.

“Yes, I’ve been watching all the bad news happening lately,” Hawk said now. Here was his opportunity to plant some ideas. “You’ve been losing a lot of money since I met you. You need help.”

“You think so, huh?” Dilaver eyed him thoughtfully. “You know, I’ve been thinking about how I could use you.”

“You only paid for my guiding you out of Asia,” Hawk reminded him. “My boss gave me orders to run my errand and then head on back.”

“What if I become your boss? How much does Stefan pay you?” Dilaver asked. “You did a great job protecting me and getting my men and me through the borders with hardly any problems. I’m very impressed by your skills, especially when we were running like hell through the jungle. You trekked well, finding us shelter whenever we needed it, and in the end you got us out of that hellish place in one piece. I think you’ll do extremely well here in Macedonia, Hawk.”

His skills hadn’t been tested much during that adventure. Getting them out of Asia had been made easier when he had been cleared by covert agencies way ahead of him and Dilaver. And now he had gained enough of Dilaver’s trust that the latter wanted to hire him.

“I still have my one job to do for Stefan,” Hawk said. “Meanwhile, I’ll think about your offer, but only if I know what it entails.”

“You’re loyal and you finish your job, no matter what. I like that in a man. You deal with illegal weapons and that’s what I would like you to continue to do.”

Hawk raised his eyebrows. “I thought your girlie business was used to finance your weapon business. What’s there to that? You don’t deal with arms dealers like Stefan does.”

“Ah, but I’m getting interested, you see,” Dilaver said, tapping his cane on the carpet. “When I was in Asia, I heard about the weapon conference. Stefan mentioned it. Big names. Something big happening there. I want details; I want to get in on the deals, Hawk.”

“Why? You got it good the way you’re set up. Girls and drugs finance the weapons trade, right? And you arm the KLA and whomever you like.” And had used those weapons to kill some of his fellow SEAL brothers. Hawk gestured at the map of Macedonia that was pinned crookedly on one of the walls. “Why would you want to start negotiating with other arms dealers, man? They would just want a piece of your pie.”

Dilaver’s smile was confidential. “Do you know how I get my weapons?”

Yeah, Hawk did, and that was why he was here in this rat’s nest. “Like everyone else, I suppose. Take them off the hands of Russian small-timers.”

The big man laughed. “Nope. Guess again.”

Hawk shrugged. “Fuck, Dilaver, we aren’t playing some fucking Macedonian Trivial Pursuit here. There are black market weapons galore everywhere these days. You have the money; you can buy anything.”

“Yes, but I didn’t buy some of these weapons, you see. They were free.”

Hawk rubbed his chin. “That’s nice but somewhat unbelievable. People don’t just hand you weapons without expecting something back in return.”

“But it’s true, my friend,” Dilaver said with a laugh. He waved his walking stick, pointing it at the ceiling. “They literally fall down from the sky.”

The big man started guffawing, and couldn’t seem to stop.

“Clearly, I’m missing some big joke,” Hawk said wryly. “You’re just dying to tell me, aren’t you?”

Dilaver shook his head. “There you go again, with that odd American talk that doesn’t translate well in Serbian.” He frowned, slowly translating the phrase back into English. “Dying…to…tell. What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you have a secret and you want to share,” Hawk explained, also reverting back to English. “Here’s some more weapon phrases. You’re sitting on a bomb. Or, you’re about to explode. Or, you have a bee in your bonnet, if you’re into skirts.”

Dilaver put out a hand in helpless laughter. “Stop, you’re killing me,” he gasped. Then he laughed again, adding with amusement, “‘Killing me’…I said some stupid American phrase!”

Oh yeah, it was something Hawk dreamed about a lot, especially now, when the kingpin was behaving so damn normal, taking delight in a few slang terms like an eager student. It contrasted with the man Hawk saw beating the living shit out of a young girl a few nights ago because she dared to say no to him. He’d had to walk out of the
kafena
or risk his cover. That one still haunted his dreams. He wondered whether the image would ever go away.

“Here’s my…bee in my…bonnet,” Dilaver continued, still wheezing with laughter. “Do you know who gives me free weapons? Your government. The United States of America. It’s all in big piles, dropped in shipments to arm the KLA, and I get first pick, of course, since they’re using my territory.”

“Dropped shipments. You mean, like you just said, they are dropped out of the sky?” Hawk pretended to look incredulous. “How can that be? The UN wouldn’t approve, would they?”

Dilaver shrugged. “Your government’s sneaky, Hawk. They negotiated to have the KLA take over what’s left of Yugoslavia, and they make the drops in big crates marked ‘Relief Aid.’ Some of these crates are actually filled with weapons and they’re dropped at specific locations for me.”

“How did they choose you? I mean, do you have a direct line to the U.S. armory?” Hawk affected a cynical look. “Come on, Dilaver. Don’t tell me you’re an agent for the American government.”

“No, you got it backward. I have an agent in the United States. Several, actually.” Dilaver sighed as his amusement subsided. “It’s a long story, and a good one. If I have the time I might even write one of those spy novels, but then of course my aunt will kill me. There’s that word again!”

“Your aunt?” Hawk prompted.

“She’s high-level,” Dilaver told him. “Got the authority to approve shipments or something. Of course, she and her people there are careful, so they only send out certain crates. She told me I can do anything I want with most of the weapons except for a few marked ones. Those are hers. That’s where you come in.”

Hawk knew that there had been a big blowup in D.C. the past year when several very important high-level CIA agents were indicted for selling information. Maybe this tied in somehow. “How?” he asked, getting up from the sofa to get a beer from the refrigerator. He activated a tiny recorder in his wristwatch.

“My aunt mentioned that conference before, you see, and that there’ll be some big-time dealers who would love to get their hands on these special weapons. She said there’s some problem moving them from her end right now and she might need my help.” Dilaver settled back comfortably in the sofa, nodding his head when Hawk offered to bring him a bottle. “Anyway, you have links through Stefan and others. Must be fate to have met you, huh?”

Fate. Hawk didn’t want to discuss fate with a man like Dilaver. He didn’t want to be here drinking a beer and shooting the breeze at all. Something ugly and dark reared its head inside him lately whenever Dilaver and he talked about certain things—like friendship and fate, for instance. Those subjects reminded him of his best friend and teammates; those things bonded him to his SEAL brothers.
Not to a man like Dilaver.

He was going to need an outlet for all this violence growing inside. Soon.

“
Ja sam gladna
,” he said softly.

“Yes, I am, too. Let’s go eat. We’ll talk more about your future over a good meal.”

“Come on, Amber, tell me what he did. I’m dying here.”

Amber looked up from the rows of figures she was trying to add up. “Will you quit pestering me? I haven’t been able to get these numbers right for fifteen minutes now.”

Lily finished drying her hair with a towel as she headed to the refrigerator. “Well, tell me! I promise I’ll leave you in peace after you give me the details.”

“Nope.”

“Aw…come on. You’re not still mad, are you?” Lily poured some orange juice into a glass, then pulled out a bottle of champagne.

“Isn’t it a bit early for a mimosa?” Amber asked as she watched her friend adding the alcohol into her drink. “And yes, I’m still mad at you. I can’t believe you let a man into my room. What kind of friend are you?”

Lily took a big sip, licking her lips. “It’s never too early for a mimosa,” she declared, then took another gulp. She toasted Amber with the glass. “The man had you over his shoulder and he looked so intimidating.”

“Yeah, right.”

Lily fluttered her eyelashes. “He did. He was tall and handsome, Amber. I mean, really, really good-looking handsome.” She patted her heart. “I figure I did you a favor.”

Amber put down her pencil and gave Lily a wide-eyed stare. “How do you know he wouldn’t have hurt me?” She still couldn’t believe that her friend had stood by while that man carried her unconscious body into her own room. She wouldn’t have done that. But she wasn’t Lily, who tended to enjoy sick jokes. “The man had his hands up my skirt!”

She was still angry at the way she had lost that fight. She hadn’t even felt him in the office at all. The knowledge that she had the safe open and it could have been anyone was a sobering thought, but Lily had shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

“Well, you were armed. Besides, you’ve seen him naked. Tit for tat and all that.”

“So have you. Are you going to let him see you naked, too?”

Lily shrugged, a mischievous light in her eyes. “I wouldn’t mind, but I have a feeling Hawk was more interested in you last night.”

“Oh, so you’re on a first-name basis with him now?” Amber shook her head in disbelief. “How long was this conversation you had with him?”

“Oh no. You aren’t getting any details from me till you tell me what else he did. He found your weapons and put them on the bed to let you know he could have done more. What else? I know he did something else because you were cursing up a storm in the bathroom this morning. Come on, give!”

Amber let out a sigh. She studied Lily, who was finishing up her mimosa. Champagne and orange juice in the morning. In her fake kimono dressing gown, jet-black hair still damp and uncombed, amusement lighting up those big eyes, she looked a bit like an imp out on some mischievous errand. Only Lily would see humor in such a moment.

She supposed she sort of deserved it. She had hurt the man’s pride. Part of her gave Hawk McMillan thumbs-up for his method of revenge. He had said in the instant message that the next time they met, he was going to make a point.

Well, point taken. He showed that he could be as devious as she.

“Okay,” Amber said. She stood up and lifted her skirt.

Lily put down her empty glass and walked over to the table, her eyes riveted on Amber’s thigh. “Ho-ly snakes!” she murmured. “He wrote you a…what is that? A dirty message?
5MW/MTL/PF/18/69
and signed,
Hot Stuff.
He called himself Hot Stuff?”

Amber shrugged nonchalantly as Lily laughed in rich amusement. She didn’t tell her that she was the one who had called him that. “He thinks he is, I guess,” she said instead.

“How appropriate. I wonder whether he knows that’s our code word for dangerous items?” Lily laughed again. “What does that line mean, do you know?”

5MW/MTL/PF/18/69. Oh yes, Amber knew what it was. She shook her head as she patted her skirt back into place. “Nope.”

Lily narrowed her eyes. “You aren’t telling.”

“It’s your turn to tell,” Amber countered. “You talked to him. What was he like? Oh, stop giving me that lovey-dovey look.”

“He was absolutely mouthwatering.” Lily gave her a thumbs-up. “All in black and looking like some predator as he walked by with you slung like a Barbie doll over his shoulder. And his back was just as nice as his front, too.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “I meant what you two talked about. I don’t need you to describe his physical charms.”

“Oh, I forget. You already
felt
his physical charms.”

Amber stuck her tongue out at her friend and walked to the refrigerator. Now she wanted a mimosa, too. She had suddenly recalled Hawk’s words to her just before she had passed out. Her legs were around his waist again, just like the other night.

I believe we’ve done this position before.

She poured champagne liberally into her orange juice. Damn that man!

“Isn’t it too early for that much champagne?” drawled Lily.

Amber ignored the dig and took a gulp from the glass. “What did he say?” she asked.

“Nothing, just that this was only a little revenge thing. I could tell he wasn’t going to really harm you.”

“How?”

“Believe me, sweetie. I have been around some really, really rough characters. When they want to harm someone, I know it. I
feel
it. Hawk McMillan wasn’t giving out those signals last night, although I must say he looked pretty capable of violence. He had a dangerous air about him.”