Cal admitted, impressed with her reasoning.
“Including Cain?” she asked quietly.
“I’m not sure yet.”
“So what now?”
“We switch identities one more time. But the next one we use is from one of my private sources,” Cal replied. “And we keep to ourselves for a while.”
“You mean no more contact with Labyrinth.”
A development that worked well with Cal for the moment. His phone call with Cain had hit too close to home.
“You’ve already told me my job is to keep you out of danger and to find Jason. Whatever it takes,” Cal reminded her. “It would help if you told me why Delgado wants you here. It’s not because of the money.”
“I told you, I don’t know,” Julia said, uncertain. “The obvious reason would be that I work for the President and have access to top clearance files.”
“If that were the case, he’d want you back in Washington where you’d be more use to him.”
Cal took a hard right and headed down another main street.
Suddenly, car tires squealed behind them.
“We’ve got a tail.”
Julia caught the dark sedan in her side mirror. “Delgado’s men?”
“Probably.” Cal swerved into the far right lane to avoid a motor scooter. “Hold on.” He crossed two lanes of traffic and skidded into another left turn.
A screech of tires followed a blare of a car horn. Within moments, the sedan appeared and sped down the street after them. “Which hotel were you going to stay at, Julia?”
“The Gran Paraíso.”
He glanced at his rearview mirror and ran through the red light. Julia grabbed the dashboard, held on as Cal swerved to miss oncoming traffic. Suddenly, he hit the brake and fish-tailed into a nearby alley.
A minute later, the black sedan rushed past.
“Delgado owns the Gran Paraíso and several others in the area,” Cal remarked, his gaze on the rearview mirror.
“I know that. I’d counted on my alias.” She leaned back and took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart before it burst from her chest. “You sound like you know Delgado personally.”
“I’ve had my run-in with his people in the past,” Cal said noncommittally. His gaze swept over her sleeveless cream-colored blouse and burgundy skirt. “What else did you bring to wear?”
“Not much. A pair of slacks. Some shorts. A few cotton shirts.”
Julia looked up, saw Cal’s eyes on her, felt her blood heat, her skin turn pink. “Why?”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Julia.” Cal drove the car down the alley and turned onto the next main street, heading in the opposite direction of the black sedan.
“Somehow I don’t think you’re complimenting me,” she said wryly.
“I’m not. Men notice beautiful women, and then remember them. You can bet Delgado’s men have pictures of you. I’ve been thinking about it since the plane trip.” Mainly because every male that Julia passed took a lingering second glance, annoying Cal. “You’re going to need a new image.”
He parked the car on a nearby street. Cal grabbed their bags. “We’re going to need to alter your appearance a bit. Something more suitable for the drug-smuggling business. We’ll make a stop at a few local shops. Then I need to make some phone calls.”
“Delgado must not have trusted me to follow instructions.” The lie slipped over her tongue, but left a bitter taste behind.
“He’s Colombian Cartel,” Cal reminded her, then waved another taxi down. “He doesn’t trust anyone. Not even his wife.”
ROSARIO CONCHITA DE LA Delgado y Martínez shifted away from the body next to hers and closer to the wine glass on the nightstand.
She tipped the glass upside down, let the few drops fall to the carpet. Annoyed, she reached for the bottle nearby and poured the remaining burgundy into her glass. The buzz from her recent high had all but disappeared, forcing her to make do with alcohol.
“Isn’t ten in the morning a little early for drinking, even for you?”
“Nothing is too early for me.” Rosario took a long sip from the glass, not so much enjoying the bite, but needing the burn of it on her throat and in her stomach. Take the edge off the cravings until she scored more cocaine from Cristo’s guest supply. “What do you care, darling?” She scooted back against the headboard and pulled a silk sheet up over her ample breasts. “It won’t interfere with our little rendezvous.”
Solaris glanced at the woman in the bed. Over a dozen years younger than her husband, she’d been bargained for and bought at the age of eighteen. It had taken her several years, and quite a few miscarriages before she produced the treasured male child for Cristo.
No longer able to have children, she served little purpose in her household. And held little more value than the fine china or Persian rugs.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How beautiful you are,” Solaris replied smoothly. “And how much other women must envy you.”
A delicate brow rose in spite of his sincerity. “And you’ve known many women.” Still, her fingers loosened, allowing the sheet to slide a few inches toward her waist.
Despite her drug habit, her body reminded him of a nineteen fifties starlet’s. The long, ebony hair that draped and curled over golden skin and satin curves. The plump, pouty lips made simply to drive men mad.
Solaris grew hard in anticipation.
Rosario’s gaze drifted down to his lap. “Twice isn’t good enough for you?” She let out a small, female purr. But the breathlessness was there, too, inciting both of them.
Slowly, Solaris tugged on the sheet, the whisper of it seductive as the material slid over her skin until she lay completely exposed.
“I have to be back shortly after eleven. Any later, we risk discovery.”
Fear edged her words, but arrogance made her chin tilt upward. They both knew if found out, they’d die. Or worse.
He dipped his index finger into her glass, then traced one pink nipple with the red liquid.
A soft sigh slipped from her lips. Her hand slid behind his neck, her nails scratching just enough to get his attention before tangling themselves in the hair at his nape. She leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes.
“I think …” Smiling, he lowered his head, enjoying the feel of her fingers flexing against his scalp. “… some things in life are worth the risk.”
