So much blood.
Luke had managed to take care of everyone, except the woman he loved. She’d died pregnant with his child because he’d been too damn busy protecting someone else. His family had been slaughtered because of him.
He hadn’t wanted to live after that. Almost chose not to. But he hadn’t quite found the guts to kill himself.
“Stone?”
Luke inhaled deeply. “Okay,” he said coolly, very quietly. “But if I fail, it’s on your head.” He wasn’t taking responsibility on this one. He couldn’t. Never again.
“You’re still the best at this, Stone,” Jacques said, just as quietly. “We both know you are.”
“You overestimate me, mate.”
“I believe in you. It’s why I hired you. It’s why I’m asking you to do this now.”
Silence.
“And…Stone, try and stay somewhat inside the law, would you? Cooperation with the Canadians is going to be tough enough down the road as it is, especially now that you’ve engaged the cops.”
“I’ll do what I can.” Luke hit a button and killed the call. He sat back in his chair, eyes closed.
“I’ll leave if you want me to.”
He jerked to his feet and spun to face Jessica. “Jesus! How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know you want me ‘off your hands’….”
He forced air from his lungs with a puff of his cheeks and rubbed his brow hard. “And just where do you think you would you go?”
She shrugged and he noticed suddenly how feminine and vulnerable she looked in his oversized cargo pants, T-shirt and sweater. Her hair was wet and her skin scrubbed to an innocent glow. But it was her eyes and mouth that did him in. There was nothing vulnerable there. They were provocatively sexy as all get-out. He thought about all this woman had endured, what she’d once had in life and what had been taken from her by the Triad. And his heart squeezed sharp and fast. He—if anyone—should understand.
It was a Triad that had taken his wife and child in Australia.
He turned his back on her, stalked into the kitchen and poured a coffee. She accepted it with both hands and a slight bow of the head—a gesture he found both exotic and genuine, endearing.
“You want something to eat?”
She shook her head.
“Okay, then. Lets talk.” He pulled out a chair at the dining room table. “Sit.”
“I…I don’t want to be in your way if—”
He snorted. “If what? Look, I’m sorry you heard that, but understand this: I took the job. And I don’t quit something once I sign on.”
Only fail. I can still fail.
“Don’t worry, I won’t fail you, Jess.” He had no idea why he said it. But there it was. Some part of him was determined not to let this woman—or himself—down.
“Now sit.”
He scooped up the maps and seated himself opposite her.
“I’m going to bring you up to speed. But first priority is for you to tell me how those guys knew you were going to be at that pay phone. Who else knew you were going to call Giles Rehnquist from that booth, at that time?”
Jessica looked into his eyes. “Absolutely no one.”
“You must have told some—”
She set her mug down firmly. “I told no one.”
His brows lowered. “Could someone have overheard? Think. Maybe you—”
“Listen to me, Stone.” She couldn’t call him Luke, not now, not after what she’d overheard. “Whatever people might say, I am not crazy. I’m sick to death of all those knowing, sympathetic glances. I took those photos because I want my life back.” Her eyes burned with hot emotion. “And since you’re stuck with me now there is one thing you better know about me. Those men may have taken everything they possibly could have from me and they may want to kill me, but I will not run from them. I don’t run from anything. Ever.”
He pursed his lips, nodded slowly, something akin to admiration in his eyes. “Then you’re a better person than I, Jessica Chan,” he said very quietly.
“What?”
“Nothing. So you believe the only person who knew you were going to be there at that time was Giles?”
“Damn right.”
“Why did you call him?”
“Because he is—was—a friend, someone I could trust. Giles was the only person who truly believed in what happened to me in Hubei three years ago. He believed the man I call The Chemist exists and is a high-level assassin for a covert faction within the ruling party.” She paused, staring at her coffee. “Before my abduction, Giles had been helping me investigate collusion between the Dragon Heads crime syndicate and top officials in the Chinese Communist Party. We had a deal that he could use whatever information I had once I broke the story.” She lifted her eyes to his. “Giles knew the players. He understood the government and he knew the workings of the Triad intimately. I needed his advice. That’s why I called him. He said he’d find a way to help me and he told me to call back in two days, from that same phone at that time. He told me to find an ATM somewhere on the other side of town, withdraw whatever cash I could and use it to find a cheap hotel.”
Jessica took a sip of her coffee, welcoming the warmth that diffused through her chest. A distant part of her mind noted that while Luke had made coffee for her, his choice for himself was green tea.
“Is that what you did?”
She nodded. “I found a hotel in Gastown where a single woman renting a room by the night is not unusual. I paid cash upfront and I stayed in that room until it was time to make the call.”
“And no one followed you?”
“I don’t see how they could have. If they knew I was there they would have come for me earlier, right?”
Luke lowered his brows, studied her. “What about food?”
“I didn’t eat.”
He nodded slowly, a strange look sifting into his eyes. “You didn’t think it strange that Giles made you call back from the exact same phone?”
“I…I guess I did. But I knew he had to have his reasons. He had contacts and I was clean out of options.”
“He was CIA, Jess.”
She felt her jaw drop. Her whole world tilted and resettled slightly off axis.
“Are you sure?” she asked quietly.
“Dead
