HelenKay Dimon - Locked and Loaded

But John didn’t know any of that and Trevor was not about to fill him in. “I am smart enough not to full-on fight with Recovery, but if I did I assure you I would most definitely succeed.”

John smiled. “I wonder if your brother counted on that fact.”

Trevor curled his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for the gun taped under his desk. “Leave Bram out of this.”

“Why? The Recovery agents killed him.” John smacked his lips together in mock concern. “I still don’t understand why you’ve refrained from seeking revenge.”

“Because I am civilized?”

“You could have unloaded. Bram was, after all, a highly respected congressman. At least in the public’s view. Though we know better, don’t we?”

Trevor had kept the real circumstances of Bram’s death quiet to preserve his brother’s legacy. Trevor hoped the Walters brothers’ involvement with the WitSec money-for-information scheme would end at Bram’s grave.

It might have if John hadn’t gotten his hands on the tape that changed Trevor’s life. That made him a target instead of a leader. “Maybe you should focus your attention on keeping your moneymaking plan quiet instead of on my private life.”

“But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

John never did have grasp of the obvious. “You happen to be in my office.”

“This time.” John’s mouth twisted in a snarl as he said the words. “I won’t tolerate being ordered around again.”

But he would. Trevor would make John do it over and over until Trevor got bored with the cat-and-mouse game.

“I will do what I have to do until you realize you do not own me.”

“But I do…unless you want a certain tape to go public.”

Trevor mentally pledged to redouble his efforts to get that tape. If he couldn’t find it, he’d do things the hard way. Maybe start with John’s pretty little wife.

Trevor would have a file on her by morning. “It is interesting how a man who has sold out WitSec particpants’ locations for cash is trying to use blackmail and threats of public-image destruction to get his way.”

“Nothing in those deaths points to me. Since the identities were secret, the deaths aren’t even public knowledge. No one knows to investigate the losses, such as they are.”

“Interesting.”

It appeared John was not smart enough to realize every conversation in the office was recorded. Even his underling Russell Ambrose got that, and Russell was dumb enough to get himself killed at the Recovery agents’ feet.

The public didn’t know why Russell died in a shoot-out for fear the news of a witness handler selling information would upend the program, but powerful people in government now knew. A top-secret investigation into WitSec was all but assured, which Trevor assumed was why John wanted the loose ends tied and tucked.

“I will concede the men I sent to retrieve Ms. Timmons failed in their quest,” John said.

“Apparently.”

John leaned forward, his smarmy self-satisfaction abandoned in favor of fevered whispers. “We cannot afford to have her welcomed into the protective bosom of the Recovery Project.”

“We?”

“She is with one of their agents.”

Adam Wright. Trevor knew all about him. About all the agents. “I have read the intel on your failed mission. I know the facts.”

“Then you know we are at a turning point.”

Trevor could smell the desperation on the other man. The weakness disgusted him. “Meaning?”

“You need to step up and play your part.”

Trevor shifted in his chair. The leather felt comfortable again now that he was back in control and his unwanted guest was squirming. “This conversation would work better if you would stop talking in wild generalities and asking rhetorical questions.”

“You need to terminate Adam Wright and Maddie Timmons.”

“That will just bring the entire Recovery team to my doorstep. No, thank you.”

“Then kill them all.”

Just when Trevor thought John could not get more reckless, he did. “I think law enforcement would notice a mass murder within the D.C. metro area.”

“Then you better be careful in how you do it. I’d suggest a gas explosion.”

“Subtle.”

“Something believable that will take them all out.”

Trevor exhaled to show his displeasure with the ridiculous conversation. “The Recovery team is made up of law enforcement officers of sorts. Former military, maybe, but still, they have friends in high places.”

John jumped to his feet. “Then you pick something. Just get it done.”

MADDIE RECHARGED BY THE TIME Adam drove through the thick metal gate surrounding the beat-up beige warehouse. The thought of being locked inside the premises sent a rush of panic through every cell and pore in her body. Her innate tendency to run to safety and ask questions later kicked into gear. It took all her control to sit there and let Adam usher her into the unknown.

She figured if he wanted her dead he would have killed her by now. She repeated the refrain until it took hold and she started to believe it.

“I don’t want to kill you,” Adam said in what could only be described as a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding tone.

She had to smile. “I guess I said that out loud, huh?”

He threw her a sidelong glance. “Yeah.”

“Can you blame me?”

“No.”

She expected him to defend his position and argue his case. By agreeing, he sucked the heat right out of her. Still, she needed to follow protocol. Her handlers had drummed the plan into her head until it played in her dreams. Get to a safe place and call. She couldn’t promise on the first, but she could make the second happen.

Let Adam explain to the U.S. Marshals Service why she was safer with him when they broke down the doors to rescue her. She just needed to stay safe. She’d fought too hard, sacrificed too much, to risk it all over a sexy man with an even sexier dimple.

Adam parked and nearly broke a speed record coming around to her side of the truck to open the door. He likely thought she would bolt. Since he’d driven into a secure and brightly lit garage, a place with few obvious exits, he didn’t have to worry. Even she wouldn’t try to break her way through a metal wall.

“How are you feeling?” His voice dipped low as he asked the question.

The sexy vibration made her insides jump around in excitement. “Fine.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Maddie.”

She rolled her eyes. “The shoulder and the back hurt.”

“We can get you some medical attention.”

“You won’t call the police but you’ll call an ambulance?”

“I think he means me.” A guy slipped in behind Adam. “Hey, man. Have a nice time in West Virginia?”

She tensed but Adam smiled. “Maddie, this is Caleb Mattern.”

“I work with Adam,” Caleb explained as he held out his hand toward her.

She shook the man’s hand and then pulled hers back fast. She wasn’t even out of the truck and she had to battle two of them.

And what exactly did these guys eat? Caleb stood over six feet, with broad shoulders, light brown hair and the most soothing blue-green eyes she’d ever seen. He had that handsome mussed look that reminded her of blue jeans and football on Sunday afternoons. The relaxed style matched his welcoming smile. The only surprise was the shiny gold wedding band.

Attractive or not, she didn’t trust Caleb one inch more than she trusted Adam. Well, that wasn’t true. She reluctantly believed Adam wanted to help her. She didn’t know why or if her radar was off, but she was willing to go along for now. But only with Adam.

“I hear you got banged up,” Caleb said.

She’d been with Adam every single minute since the attackers came. He hadn’t made a call. She’d know, since she’d been watching for a cell phone so she could steal it. “Who told you that?”