Linda Castillo - Operation - Midnight Escape

“I want to be in Denver by dark.”

“We’re right on schedule.”

Rasmussen climbed into the trailer and headed toward the hidden room. There was much to do, but he couldn’t do any of it until he dealt with Kelsey. She came first, above all else. Only then could he think about the rest of his life.

He entered the hidden compartment. Sweat slicked his back when LeValley closed the door behind him. The old claustrophobia descended. But even sweating and shaking, he was aware of the list in his pocket, of her name taunting him with the promise of sweet revenge.

By nightfall he would have her in his sights. He would come down on her so fast she wouldn’t even know what hit her. Then he would take his time with her. He would make her pay for what she’d done. He closed his eyes, an image of her coming back to him with painful clarity. She’d been so innocent. So incredibly lovely….

Kelsey…

She’d cost him more than any man should ever have to pay. Six years of violence and humiliation. But sending him to prison wasn’t the worst of what she’d done. His lovely Kelsey had not only betrayed his trust, but his heart. She’d given her body to another man. A federal agent. The very man who’d destroyed his life. No woman did that to Ian Rasmussen and lived to tell about it.

Not even the most beautiful woman in the world.

Jake Vanderpol didn’t like surprises, especially nasty ones that came via his secure phone line in the middle of the night courtesy of the MIDNIGHT Agency.

“We’ve got a Code Red. All available agents report to duty ASAP. All unavailable agents are on standby. I repeat, Code Red…”

That was only the first in a series of bad news events. At 5:00 a.m. he was on the road and heading toward the MIDNIGHT Agency headquarters located in a small, nondescript building just west of Washington, D.C. A news junkie, he’d heard about the escape of Ian Rasmussen on the radio and just about ran his Hummer off the road.

By the time he swung the vehicle into the underground parking lot and jammed it into a reserved spot, he was on edge. He couldn’t stop thinking about the young woman who, six years ago, had helped him nail the international arms dealer. It was the one and only time Jake had ever gotten personally involved with a witness. The one and only time he’d ever crossed that line. A line that in the end had nearly cost him his job.

Even after all this time, he still saw her face when he closed his eyes. He still smelled her perfume mingling with the sweet scent of her skin. He still dreamed of her—hot, sweaty dreams that left him hard and aching and full of regret. Worse, he still wanted her with a ferocity that shook him to his core.

He’d chalked up more mistakes in the one week he’d known her than in his entire career. She made him crazy, and he’d nearly thrown it all away. But in the end, when it had come time for her to walk away and start her new life, she hadn’t looked back….

Shoving thoughts of the past away with the resolve of a man who did it far too often, Jake shut down the engine and hit the ground running. The MIDNIGHT Agency headquarters was lit up like a football stadium. At the front entrance two armed security officers nodded curtly when he flashed his badge. Rather than wait for the elevator, Jake ducked into the stairwell and took the steps two at a time to the third floor.

The instant he entered the hall he could hear voices coming from the “war” room. It was a large conference room that was transformed into a command center whenever there was a crisis. Jake figured the escape of a violent international arms dealer qualified as a crisis and then some.

He entered the room without knocking. All eyes swept to Jake. Four MIDNIGHT operatives sat around an oval conference table covered with paper. Two laptops were connected to a printer that was spitting out more paper.

Fellow operative Mike Madrid looked as if he’d been dragged from his bed, flogged and hastily dressed. A computer software hacker by trade, he was working on a laptop with one hand, gripping a cup of coffee with the other.

The two other agents in the room, Zack Devlin and Rick Monteith, didn’t meet his gaze, and Jake realized there was a reason he’d been the last team member called. That reason ticked him off.

“Looks like I missed the party,” Jake said to no one in particular.

The room went silent and tense, as if someone had tossed in a grenade and the agents could do nothing but wait for the explosion. Jake wasn’t sure if the impending confrontation would qualify as an explosion, but it was definitely going to be loud.

They shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, averting their eyes. Coffee was sipped, fingers drummed, pencils tapped.

The agency chief, Sean Cutter, sat at the head of the table, his blue eyes cold when they fastened on Jake. “This briefing is over,” he said.

Jake ignored his fellow operatives as they filed from the room. “Rasmussen is out and you didn’t bother calling me, damn it.”

“I’ve assigned other agents. They’re capable and—”

“This is my case.”

Cutter’s eyes flashed. “This is whomever’s case I see fit to assign it to.”

“I built it from the ground up—”

“You slept with your witness!” Cutter snapped. “You screwed it up and I have no intention of letting you do it again.”

“You know I’m the best man for the job,” Jake ground out.

“I know you’re too personally involved to be effective.”

Jake’s heart was pounding. He wanted to believe it was anger ricocheting through his body. But he could feel the fear pumping through him with every frenzied beat of his heart. He didn’t want to ask about Kelsey. He didn’t want to think about her or feel anything for her. But he did, and those emotions were tearing him up. He had to know if she was okay. Every agent who’d been in that room knew Rasmussen was going to go after her. He couldn’t bring himself to think about what would happen if he found her.

“Is she all right?” he asked.

“As far as we know.”

“What the hell do you mean as far as you know?”

The other man’s jaw flexed and Jake got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. “This is bigger than just Kelsey James,” Cutter said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Someone hacked into the Witness Security Program database.”

Disbelief and a deeper, darker fear reared inside him. “No way.”

“This hacker has names and addresses. Every agent I’ve got is scrambling. Every witness who’s ever gone into the Witness Security Program is in danger. We’re trying to prioritize, but how the hell do you prioritize when you have more witnesses than agents?”

Jake felt as if he’d been punched. “Rasmussen?”

“I don’t know, but the timing of it points to him. He certainly has the resources.”

He stared at his superior, his mind reeling as the repercussions of what he was being told hit home. “Where’s Kelsey James?”

Cutter looked away.

“For God’s sake, you don’t know, do you?”

“I had an agent check her apartment as soon as we heard. CNN just broke the news. She must have heard about Rasmussen and left before we could make contact.”

Jake swore. That sounded like Kelsey. Head-strong. Stubborn. Willing to take on the world all by herself if she had to. But she had to be running scared, and with good reason. If Rasmussen got his hands on her…

The thought made Jake break into a cold sweat. His protective instincts kicked in with a vengeance. “At this point it’s probably safe to assume he has her name and address.”

“This is not your case, Jake. I need you here. There are administrative—”