become her specialty.
Yes, to stop moving was risky, but she’d covered her tracks well.
She was safe.
Kristen held out a hand to Sheridan. “I’ll take your job.”
The woman’s grip was firm. “Good.”
Chapter 2
Tuesday, April 24, 2:33 p.m.
Dane Cambia checked his watch. He itched to get this meeting going.
A week ago, he’d contacted Lucian Moss, a UCLA dropout who ran a company that specialized in computer security systems. Other corporations hired Moss to test the integrity of their networks. So far, there hadn’t been a system he couldn’t hack into.
The front door of the pub opened and Cambia recognized Lucian Moss from the last day of the Antonio Benito trial. He remembered Lucian’s anguished outcry when the “Innocent” verdict had been read. Moss’s uncle had been among the Churchmen murdered in Miami last year.
The computer expert wore a Grateful Dead shirt, an old black leather jacket, faded jeans and scuffed leather boots. Thick black hair brushed broad muscled shoulders, making him look more like a Hell’s Angel than a computer geek.
Cambia rose, waved him over. The men shook hands and sat down.
A waitress came and took Lucian’s coffee order. If she thought Moss looked out of place in the tony Washington pub, she showed no sign of it.
Cambia waited until she’d delivered Lucian’s coffee and topped off his mug. “Thanks for coming.”
“Sure.” He pushed his coffee aside.
Dane lowered his voice. “We share a common enemy.”
Moss twisted an onyx ring on his pinky finger. “Really?”
“Antonio Benito.”
Hatred darkened Moss’s eyes. “What’s Benito done to you?”
“My sister was Nancy Rogers, a Miami cop assigned to guard Elena Benito. The safe house was hit by gunmen. My sister was killed.”
Lucian’s dark eyes softened. “I’m sorry.”
Sadness tightened around Dane’s heart. He’d listened to the tape of Nancy’s last conversation with her commanding officer twenty times. Her voice had been tense, tight and her shock clear when she’d realized her partner had betrayed them. Nancy had ordered Elena to run before firing her gun. It sliced at his gut every time.
“I need your help,” Dane said.
“How so?”
“I’ve had people on the street looking for Elena Benito for six months. No one can find her. But I’ve heard you can find anybody.”
“I can.” The softly spoken words radiated confidence.
“I want to use Elena as bait,” Dane said. “She’s the only one Antonio Benito truly cares about, the only one that can flush him out.”
Moss studied him. “The police failed to protect her before.”
“I won’t.”
Lucian tapped a long finger on the table. “I did a little checking on you. Special Forces. A month ago you resigned from the FBI.”
“That’s right.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“The law had their chance with Benito. Now it’s my turn.”
“You are going to kill him?”
“Yep.”
For a moment Lucian said nothing and Dane feared he wasn’t up for such hands-on work. “I want in on the kill.”
Surprised, he sat back in his seat. “No.”
“I’ve spent the last year going after Benito’s finances. Most of his business is cash and handled off the books. But about thirty percent of it funnels through computers. I’ve taken all of that. It’s driving Benito crazy and I know he’ll kill me if he finds me.” The threat of death did not seem to faze him. “But no matter how much money I take, it’s never enough. I want him dead.”
Dane understood the anger Lucian felt. “This is a little more hands-on than stealing electronic files from one thousand miles away.”
Lucian’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know what I’m getting into, Cambia.”
The last thing he needed was a John Wayne wanna-be getting himself killed or mucking up his show. “This is my operation. I work alone.”
Lucian shrugged and started to rise. “Then find the woman on your own. Or better, I will find her and catch Benito all by myself.”
Hard determination glittered in Lucian’s eyes. He’d do exactly what he said.
If Dane searched for Elena on his own, it could take months, maybe years, before he found her. He’d never beat Lucian in the race to find Elena. The only objective was to get Benito. And he’d sworn he’d do whatever it took to catch his sister’s killer.
Like it or not, Dane needed Moss.
Dane leaned forward. “All right, I’ll keep you in the loop.”
“I want in on the kill, not the loop.”
If he wanted Benito, he’d have to work with Lucian. “Agreed.”
Lucian’s shoulders relaxed and he sat back down. “It could take me a week or two to find her.”
“How? She must move around a lot and live off the grid. There’s been no trace of her.”
Lucian didn’t miss a beat. “Facial recognition scanner.”
“Like the ones they use to track cheaters in Vegas?” Dane asked.
“Mine’s a lot better. And unlike conventional technology mine is programmed to tap into every surveillance system in every major city. You can change your hair, put on glasses or a hat, but the bones in your face never change. If she’s been through an airport, mall or bus station in the last nine months, I’ll find her.”
“You are certain?”
Lucian smiled. “Very.”
Chapter 3
Wednesday, May 16, 12:40 p.m.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay if I leave you here for a few days?” Sheridan asked Kristen.
Kristen’s smile was genuine. “I will be fine. Go to your sister.” She had been working at the studio for two weeks and had fallen
