Lara Lacombe - Her Lieutenant Protector

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At first glance the cabin appeared empty. Then he caught a glimpse of a boot dangling from the ceiling and did a double take. Who was working, and why were they in the duct above the room? As far as he knew, that work had already been completed.

Cameron stepped inside, craning his head to try to catch a glimpse of what was going on. “Hello?”

The man in the room froze, and Cameron had the sense he’d startled him. “Everything okay in here?” He glanced around, noting the absence of a ladder. How did the man get up there, and more important, how was he going to get down?

“Hello?” he repeated, stepping fully into the room. “Need any help? Your ladder seems to have wandered off.”

The man didn’t respond, which was odd. Cameron felt the fine hairs on the back of his neck rise as he glanced around the cabin. The small black box that should have been mounted near the ceiling was lying in pieces on the built-in dresser. It was the in-room hub for the ship-wide Wi-Fi network, and he hadn’t seen any electricians on board today...

Was someone trying to tamper with the ship? The thought sent a jolt through him, and he was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was alone in the room with an unidentified worker, one who probably shouldn’t be here.

He took a step back, keeping his eye on the man’s dangling leg to make sure he didn’t move. Best to get off the ship and call security, let them deal with this. He took another step, feeling his way toward the door.

The blow to his head came without warning. A flash of pain, an explosion of light. A last, desperate gasp. And then nothing.

* * *

“What did you do?”

Harvey lifted one shoulder in a dismissive shrug, his gaze locked on the floor and the body at their feet. “He was snooping. Thought he’d seen something.”

“Did you know that for sure, or was it just a guess?” Terrence didn’t bother to hide the impatience in his voice. This wasn’t the first time Harvey had caused trouble, but he couldn’t get rid of the man. Blood ran thicker than water, and since Harvey’s brother was a well-connected member of the Organization, Terrence was stuck with him.

“Couldn’t take that chance, now, could I?” He sounded a little indignant, and Terrence decided not to press the issue. Arguing with Harvey wasn’t going to change the fact that there was now a dead body to deal with, and since Terrence was in charge of this little operation, it was his problem to solve.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The project was simple and straightforward: go throughout the ship and “enhance” some of the black boxes, adding a few chunks of gray, putty-like material before sealing them back up. He’d been given a set of plans marked with the locations of the boxes to be altered, several bags of the mysterious substance and a bag of unmarked bills. His instructions had also included a list of suggested precautions, ominous statements that warned he shouldn’t directly touch the material or breathe in any of its dust. It was almost enough to give him pause, but then he’d counted the money and decided the risk was worth the reward.

Things had started out well. The team had come aboard in the late afternoon to familiarize themselves with the layout of the ship and the location of the target boxes. When quitting time rolled around and the crew had started to leave, they’d made themselves scarce so as not to draw attention to the fact they were staying behind. Now they were making their way through the ship, going from room to room to modify the boxes on the plan.

At least they had been, before this nosy guy had stumbled across something he wasn’t supposed to see.

“What should we do with him?” Harvey nudged the body with the toe of his boot, as if he expected the man to stand up and walk out of the room. He glanced up at the ceiling, nodding at the dark opening where Terrence had been only moments before.

Terrence answered his unspoken question. “No. There’s not enough room.” The body would also begin to stink and leak fluids soon, which meant it wouldn’t stay hidden for long. Maybe they could weigh it down, sink it in the water? But no, there was so much boat traffic in the harbor nothing stayed under for long.

Terrence glanced around the room, wishing the answer was written on the walls. Thick plastic sheeting hung from the ceiling and covered part of the floor, a protective barrier that would soon be removed as the cabins were finished. Would anyone notice if it came down a little early?

“Pull that down,” he instructed Harvey. “Lay it flat on the floor.”

“This?” Harvey tugged at the plastic tarp dubiously. “Why?”

Terrence ground his teeth together. “You’re going to wrap the body in it.”

“Oh.” Harvey wrinkled his nose. “Are you going to help?”

“Nope.” Terrence crossed his arms and stared hard at the other man. “You killed him. You get to clean it up.”

It took several minutes, punctuated by Harvey’s mumbled complaints, but eventually the body was arranged on the thick layer of plastic. “Hand me that duct tape.”

Terrence picked up the silver roll, glancing dubiously from it to the body. “Won’t he smell?” He had no idea how they were going to dispose of the man, but he did know the coming stench would only make life more difficult.

Harvey rocked back on his heels, considering the question. “Yeah. Give me a minute.”

He stood and walked out of the room before Terrence could protest. What the hell? This was not going well at all. And now the idiot had left him here with a dead body at his feet. What if someone walked in and saw? How was he going to explain the situation?

He needn’t have worried. Harvey returned a few minutes later, lugging a large bag on his shoulder. He dropped it to the floor, and Terrence read the label: Ice Melt.

“Are you kidding me?”

Harvey spared him a glance. “It’s basically salt. It will keep him from stinking.”

Terrence swallowed a surge of disgust. “How do you know that?” He immediately regretted the question. The less he knew about Harvey’s activities, the better.

Harvey merely raised one brow. “I just do.” He started tugging at the laces of the man’s boots, loosening them.

“What are you doing?”

Harvey didn’t look up as he pulled the boots off the man’s feet and set them to the side. “These are nice boots. Be a shame to waste them.”

Terrence shook his head, wondering why he’d even bothered to ask. At this point, he shouldn’t be surprised by anything Harvey did.

It didn’t take long to spread the white pellets of ice melt over and around the body. Terrence rose, dusting his hands on his pants. Harvey stayed crouched by the man’s head and began folding the plastic over the body. He stuck out his hand, silently asking for the tape.

Terrence handed it to him, then began to pace around the room while Harvey completed the gruesome task, his thoughts a tangled knot of worry and frustration. The man who had hired him would know how to get rid of a body, but Terrence didn’t want to tell him about this little hiccup. Even though Harvey had been the one to kill the interloper, Terrence knew he would be held responsible.

Harvey stood up and put his hands on his hips, eyeing his handiwork with a critical expression. “Think that’ll hold him?”

A small shudder ran through Terrence, and he closed his eyes, trying to clear the image from his brain. “I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of experience in this.”

“I say we put him in the wall.”

The sheer insanity of the statement nearly made him laugh, but he choked off the sound. “Which wall?”

Harvey pointed at the back wall of what would someday be the closet. “Why not there?”

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