He didn"t know Nick, but he knew Ty. He trusted Ty, and he knew Ty wouldn"t do anything to hurt him. But hearing the words from Nick, receiving the promise that he wouldn"t make another advance, that he regretted doing it in the first place, it did ease some of the worry in Zane"s mind.
"Garrett. He"s never looked at me like he looks at you," Nick said in a soft voice. "He"s never looked at anything the way he looks at you. Besides. He hates the Sox. We"d never work."
Zane huffed and shook his head. "You"re kind of a d.i.c.k, you know that?"
Nick shrugged.
"Thank you."
"Least I could do," Nick whispered.
Zane stared at him for another minute, trying to wrap his mind around all the things Nick had told him, and telling himself that this man was and would always be a huge part of Ty"s life.
"I think I"m going to try to sleep."
"Probably a good idea," Nick said. "I"ve got your back tonight."
Zane stood and carefully didn"t examine the feeling those words gave him as he pushed his gla.s.s toward Nick. "Thanks," he murmured as he turned away. He made his way back down the steps to the cabin where Ty lay asleep, but Zane knew he wouldn"t be sleeping easily tonight, not after learning what he had.
He crawled into bed, seeing his lover with new eyes as he pulled the covers up around their shoulders.
Ty muttered something in the foreign language Zane was becoming used to, and rolled away from him, pushing back at him so Zane would hold him. Zane scooted up behind him, wrapping him up and pressing against his warm body.
"Are you awake?" Zane asked, barely letting the words come out.
Ty hummed and pushed closer to Zane. "No."
Zane smiled, letting his fingers drag against Ty"s skin. As conducive to romance as the setting may have been, all Zane wanted to do was hold Ty close and sleep with him in his arms.
Ty turned his head. "Did you hear what you needed to hear?"
Zane pulled himcloser. "I think so. Yeah."
T HE next morning, Nick was guiding the yacht toward Washington, DC, and the rest of them were huddled in the booth where Zane had sat last night, trying to come up with a plan.
"Look, I don"t care if you"re the big bad a.s.sa.s.sin, and I"m not intimidated when you glower at me. You"re not coming with me," Ty was saying to Julian as the two men went in verbal circles.
"I refuse to be dragged along any longer. We will have a say in our next move, or I will leave you bound and gagged during the night for the Coast Guard to find," Julian growled.
Ty slammed his hand against the table and pointed a finger in Julian"s face. "Why can"t you talk like a normal person?" he shouted in frustration.
Julian snorted in disdain and crossed his arms.
"Fine! When we make port, you come with me to headquarters, Cam stays somewhere safe with Garrett, and you start using contractions when you talk to me or I swear to G.o.d-"
"Agreed," Julian said in annoyance. Ty grumbled as he grabbed up his coat and stalked toward the steps that led to the flybridge, where there were more places to sit in the open air. "I need air," he snarled to the rest of them.
"What exactly is wrong with the way I talk?" Julian asked as he got up and followed him up the steps.
"I hate you and shut up. Why are you following me?"
"Because air is free," Julian shot back before they slammed the hatch door closed and m.u.f.fled the rest of their argument.
Quiet reigned for a full minute before Zane started to chuckle, a wry smile on his face. He tipped his head sideways to look at Cameron. "I really do think they enjoy it."
Cameron shrugged. "I know Julian does."
"Reminds me of Thanksgiving with my parents," Nick muttered as he sat at the wheel, still examining the nautical chart he"d been reading when Ty and Julian had started in on each other.
"As long as they both come back intact," Cameron said, pushing away his coffee cup and standing. "I"m going to take a shower." He disappeared down the steps It left Zane acutely aware that he was sitting alone with Nick.
There was silence for a long moment. Even the rustle of the paper had stopped. Finally, Nick turned and looked at Zane over his shoulder. "Ty does love a good nemesis."
"Ty could start an argument with Gandhi if he put his mind to it."
"You should have heard him and Sanchez go at it. Four different languages, neither of them ever understood the other. A Latino guy screaming in German and a mountain hick shooting off French back at him."
Zane snorted.
"Hey, listen.... You said last night that you wanted to understand him better."
Zane looked up at Nick and nodded.
Nick reached into his jacket and pulled out a CD case. "I dug this up. It"s uh... it"s a bunch of videos we took while we were in service." He handed it to Zane. "Thought maybe you and Ty could watch it together."
Zane blinked at him, momentarily stunned by the simple gesture. He recognized it as the peace offering it was. He reached out to take the CD case and looked from it to Nick. "Thank you."
Nick nodded and then turned his attention back to the charts and navigating the waters toward DC.
"Sidewinder, right? Where"d the name come from?"
"That"s just what they called us. I think it was because no matter what they sent us into, we always managed to slither out of it."
Zane laughed. Yeah, that sounded like a team Ty would have led. "Did Ty have a call sign?"
"Nah, that"s just pilots," Nick said after a minute or two. "We had nicknames. They changed every couple months depending on who moved in and out. But Ty was team leader, meant we just called him Six."
"He didn"t have a nickname?" Zane asked.
"None he"d want me to repeat," Nick muttered, a smile in his voice."Just Six."
" YOU better d.a.m.n well call me when you"re safe," Nick told Ty as they stood around Julian, shielding him as he jimmied the lock on a car parked in the parking lot of the public marina where Nick had rented a slip.
"Someone will. Check on Deacon for me, okay?"
"Done."
"And go home. Don"t stick around and get caught in any blowback."
"Ty."
"Promise me, O. You"ll go home."
Nick huffed but he nodded.
Ty met his eyes for a few seconds. He didn"t look scared. But he didn"t look confident, either, and that made Nick nervous. Ty"s biggest a.s.set was his ability to make those around him think he was bulletproof.
"Are you sure you don"t need another gun?" Ty shook his head."This isn"t your fight, O. And if things go bad, we need someone who can tell what went down."
Nick felt a ball of cold steel settle in his chest. He hated being left on the sidelines, but Ty was right. He nodded, and Ty turned away from him to slide into the car Julian had unlocked. He sat in the driver"s seat and reached between his legs to mess with the wires underneath the steering column, and in a matter of about thirty seconds, Ty had hotwired the car.
Nick waved as they drove off, the old blue Chevy Suburban lumbering through the parking lot and turning out of sight. Nick took a deep breath and tried to settle the nerves that p.r.i.c.kled through his chest. Ty could handle himself, and Nick had seen enough of Zane Garrett to have formed a confident opinion of his skills as well. The man was formidable, a good match for Ty. And Julian Cross was a piece of toast that would always drop b.u.t.ter-side up, but Nick wasn"t sure if being lucky would do them much good. Even the luckiest dog in the litter had its bad day.
He was turning to head back to the dock and his boat when he caught sight of a black SUV turning the corner on the other end of the parking lot. The windows were tinted, and there was nothing remarkable about it except for the thick antenna on the roof.
It stopped in the middle of the lane, and Nick stood there and looked at it for a few seconds. The SUV revved its engine, and Nick broke into a sprint for the gate to the dock as the SUV roared down the lane toward him. It hopped the curb and barreled down the sidewalk as Nick reached the gate and shouldered through it. He could hear the doors slamming behind him as he sprinted down the dock, and when he heard the gate give way, he leapt onto his boat and rolled to the deck so he could crawl inside without being open to gunfire.
There was nowhere to run; he would never get the 580 moving in time to escape. All he could do was buy enough time for Ty and the others to make it away cleanly. He scrabbled through storage compartments, tossing life preservers over his shoulder and finally hitting gold. He grabbed it and kissed it, murmuring to it as he scrambled to the galley, where he"d have the most cover.
When two men in dark suits kicked down the heavy oak door in the salon, Nick stood behind the galley part.i.tion, aiming a doublebarreled shotgun at them.
"Oh, son. You broke down the wrong door today," he said with s.a.d.i.s.tic glee before he opened fire.
Chapter 16.
B LAKE NICHOLS walked onto the floor of his four-star restaurant and took a deep breath as he headed for the bar, where two men in expensive suits waited.
"Mr. Nichols?" one of them said as he approached them. He reached into his suit and extracted a badge, flipping it open to show Blake his CIA credentials.
"Can I help you?" Blake asked, not reacting to the badge. "We know you"ve been in touch with a Mr. Randall Jonas. We need you to tell us what you know."
"Oh really?" Blake laughed, shaking his head at the audacity of the man. "And why should I do that?"
"Because you"re Julian Cross" friend. And we"re trying to save his life."
"Excuse me?"
"Mr. Cross is the last man alive who can identify Randall Jonas as the architect of over fifty known murders. We have no other proof. Jonas destroyed it all before he escaped."
"Escaped?"
"If those FBI agents deliver him to Jonas before we can intercede, Mr. Cross will be dead and Jonas will be free to access his account in the Cayman Islands and disappear. We don"t want that to happen. And we a.s.sume you don"t either."
Blake held his breath, his mind racing as he tried to decide how much to give away. "Jonas said he was being set up."
The CIA agent nodded. "We"ve been tracking his movements for two years, trying to gather enough evidence to bring him down. He caught wind of the investigation, destroyed everything, and ran."
Blake narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
"We know he sent a man named Arlo Lancaster here to Chicago a year and a half ago to kill Cross and you. Ever since he learned Cross was still alive, he"s been trying to find him. And with your help, he finally did."
Blake found it hard to breathe as the truth sank in.
"The FBI?"
"Two rogue agents, sent by an old friend of Jonas to bring him in. We a.s.sume he"s either being duped or he"s working with Jonas. Either way, this ends inJulian Cross dying when he"s delivered."
"Oh G.o.d."
An hour later, after seeing the threadbare evidence the CIA had compiled on Randall Jonas, Blake called Preston as his stomach tumbled. There wasn"t enough to convict the man, but it was enough to convince Blake.
"I delivered him right to the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," he spat out as soon as Preston answered his call.
"An honest mistake, sir, I"m sure," Preston murmured.
"You make d.a.m.n sure those FBI agents don"t make it to their boss, you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do whatever you have to. Jonas cannot get his hands on Julian, or Jules is a dead man."
Preston was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. "Understood, sir."
B URNS stood as soon as he heard the commotion outside. For his a.s.sistant to be railing at someone like that, it had to be Ty. Relief flooded him. They hadn"t heard from him in days. Burns had begun to face the very real fear that Ty and Zane might be dead. He heard the telltale response to his a.s.sistant in a gruff voice, and then the door to his office was shoved open.
"You can"t just barge in like this whenever you want. Director Burns has a standing order not to be disturbed!"
"Go eat your granola, Nancy, don"t worry about it!" Ty shouted. "It"s okay, Nancy!" Burns said in a stern voice as Ty shoved a man into the office and then slammed the door in her face. Both men were disheveled and breathing hard, as if they"d just run up the steps of eleven stories and not taken the elevator. At first glance, Burns thought he was looking at Zane, but when he looked at the man directly, he realized his mistake.
"Director," Ty said to him in a sarcastic, hoa.r.s.e voice. "Door-todoor delivery. Sorry we"re late."
"Jesus, d.i.c.k, you didn"t tell me you sent Earl"s boy out there!" Jonas blurted in outrage.
The man Burns now recognized as Julian Cross tensed and took a step back, face grim. His eyes darted to Jonas and back to Burns. "What is this?" he asked. He turned on Ty, grabbing him by his shirt collar and slamming him against the door to Burns" office. "You lied to me!"
Ty seemed shocked, staring at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Let him go," Jonas said, and Burns saw him draw a gun from the small of his back. It had a silencer on the end of it. Certainly not standard-issue.
Julian eased his grip on Ty"s shirt and shoved him one last time against the door before turning to face Jonas.
"What the h.e.l.l is going on?" Ty asked as he looked at Burns.