Cara Summers - Risking It All

And a hit man wouldn’t give up until the job was done. He might even now be following them into the swamp.

Natalie risked one quick glance over her shoulder and saw only shadows. She stumbled, caught herself and refocused her attention on Chance’s back.

Sir Arthur probably hunted, but even when she formed an image of him with a rifle in his hands, she found it hard to believe that he was a killer.

She didn’t know as much about the other guests, but they were all very wealthy. Any one of them could have hired someone.

But why would any of them want to kill Steven—unless…

Chance stopped abruptly, and she walked smack into him again. Peering over his shoulder, she saw the trunk of a fallen palm tree blocking their path. He gripped her hand and guided her around it.

Once on the other side, they crouched down and Chance leaned close, his voice making no more sound than a breath. “If we’re being followed…” He reached into his pocket and drew out a small gun. Together, they waited, listening. Gradually, she could hear other sounds above their breathing. No sounds of footsteps. Leaves rustled overhead, insects buzzed, and farther off, a gull shrieked. A minute stretched into two and then three. Natalie shivered as she watched a spider the size of her fist crawl down the side of the tree trunk.

Clamping her teeth together, she made herself wait another minute before she said, “I want to get out of here.”

“Yes,” Chance said. “‘Calli’ can get sick. I’ll tell Brancotti that I want to fly you back to New York.”

She stared at him. “Forget it. I was talking about getting out of this swamp. I’m not leaving you here alone.”

His expression was grim, his eyes cold. “It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you here.”

“Tough.” She could make her eyes cold, too. “I don’t cut and run until a job is finished. Besides, you need my help.”

He said nothing for a minute. Because she was right. Natalie pressed her advantage. “We’ve decided that unless we get lucky and find the real diamond on the first try, we have to hit both safes. You won’t be able to do that alone. Once the job is done, I’ll be ready to leave. And instead of arguing with me, you’d best put your energy into figuring out who took that shot at us.”

CHANCE SHOVED DOWN on the emotions that had been swirling through him since they’d narrowly missed that barrage of bullets on their sprint for the trees. He couldn’t afford to let them cloud his mind, not now when he had to focus on protecting Natalie. Gathering his thoughts, he said, “I don’t have to figure anything out. It was Brancotti.”

She shook her head. “Not necessarily. It could be anyone he’s invited to his house party.”

Chance bit back his impatience as she ran through her little rogue’s gallery of suspects, but he still wasn’t convinced. “What’s their motivation?”

“Any one of them could be worried that Steven Bradford might outbid them.”

Chance shook his head. “My money’s still on Brancotti.”

“He’s a businessman. He wants Steven Bradford here as competition. You’ll drive the price up.”

She had a sharp mind. Chance had to admit that, but she wasn’t aware of all of the facts. “I’ve gone up against him before.”

“I read the file. You lost your partner.”

Chance nodded. “He could have put us in the Venetian room to let me know that he suspects who I really am. And now he’s decided that the game is over.”

Natalie thought for a minute. “I don’t think so. Wouldn’t he rather play the game out to the finish—let you get the diamond in your hand and then spring a trap?”

Chance remained silent. She could almost see his mind at work.

“Besides, if he kills Steven Bradford, he calls attention to this place. He can’t want the police wandering through, questioning his guests or even worse, wondering why all these people are gathered here. It’s too risky.”

“But he didn’t kill me,” Chance pointed out. “He could still intend to play the game to the finish. Either way, it’s too risky for you to stay.”

Natalie studied him in silence for a moment. Then she said, “I’m not going unless you come with me.”

“I’m not leaving without the Ferrante diamond.”

“Then I stay, too.”

Chance grabbed her wrist as she started to rise. “Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? It’s too dangerous for you to stay. It’s possible that Brancotti set this whole auction up to trap me because I came too close to catching him the last time.”

She gave him a long, cool look, and when she spoke, her voice was just as chilly. “I’ve heard everything you said. But I don’t desert my partners.”

When he opened his mouth, she raised a hand to silence him. “You haven’t convinced me yet that Carlo is on to us. Your history with him and the fact that you lost a partner may be clouding your judgment.”

“You may be right, but—” He cut himself off as he looked into those cop’s eyes. He owed her the rest of the truth. “There’s more that I haven’t told you. Carlo and I go back a long way—all the way back to that orphanage I told you about. His name was Damien back then, and he was my best friend, my mentor. I trusted him until he betrayed me.”

“How?” Natalie asked.

“I was twelve and he was seventeen when I was placed there, and he took me under his wing right from the start. You’ve seen what he’s like. I came to worship him. The nuns at the orphanage trusted him, too. He could go anywhere without being questioned. He had a knack for opening locks and under his tutoring I found that I did, too. After lights-out at night, he’d come and get me, and we’d practice. Once a month they changed the combination on the safe in the headmistress’s office. Damien would finesse the lock on her office door and then we’d practice on the safe. It took a while, but eventually, I was able to open it. Each month after that we’d have competitions to see who could open it the fastest.”

Natalie couldn’t help but recall that she and her father had had the same kind of competitions.

“One night, Damien excused himself while I was working on the safe. He said he had a surprise for me. I don’t know how long he was gone. I was totally focused on listening to the tumblers fall. This particular night the safe was empty. I didn’t even have time to wonder about that when Damien returned with the headmistress and the police. There’d been over a hundred thousand dollars in the safe—money from the annual fund-raiser. Looking back, I can see that Damien had laid his plans far in advance.”

“They didn’t suspect him?” Natalie asked.

Chance laughed dryly. “Why would anyone suspect St. Damien? He looked as horrified as the headmistress to find me there. He told them that he’d heard something when he was making his rounds and he’d called the police immediately. They found me in front of the open safe, and then they found letters under my mattress—from my accomplice. In them, I was told just what to do and I was even given the combination of the safe. The police assumed that I had tossed the money out the open window of the office to my ‘partner’ and that, thanks to Damien, I hadn’t had time to make my escape. Looking back, I can see how stupid I was.”

“You were twelve, a child. How could they have been so stupid to suspect you?”

Chance glanced down to find that Natalie had slipped her hand into his. He couldn’t help wondering how his life might have turned out if someone at the orphanage had had even a little of that simple faith in him. “The nuns didn’t think that being twelve was an excuse. And they didn’t want to disbelieve Damien.”

“What did they do with you?” she asked.