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corner. Positive he had the position of the man who’d just shot him, he returned fire and was satisfied when he heard the sound of a weapon hitting the ground.
Nigel ran forward, hitting the man in the gut and knocking the breath from him. He brought his hand down on the side of the man’s neck, aiming for his carotid artery and finding it. The man collapsed at his feet, and Nigel glanced to his right to see that Anna had subdued two other men.
“Do you have anything to bind his hands?”
She tossed him a pair of flex cuffs. He bound the unconscious man’s hands.
“Nice job,” Anna said.
“Thanks. How’d Pedro do?”
“Just as well as you,” Anna said.
They searched the rest of the garage area and found two dead bodies, one of which Nigel was certain was the man he’d hit when he’d first pulled his Kimber. He looked down into the man’s eyes because taking a life wasn’t something that should ever be done lightly.
Nigel reached down and closed the man’s eyes, then got to his feet.
They stepped outside the building, guns drawn, and found Justine and Charity with four men bound between them. “This area is secure.”
“The building is, too,” Nigel said.
Justine walked over to him, looking from the weapon held loosely in his hand back to his eyes.
“Good job, Nigel.”
He nodded to acknowledge her thanks. But inside, he realized that this was her world. She was at home here and totally comfortable with the violence and blood. At one point in his life, he had been, too, but he no longer was. He wondered if he ever would be again.
Chapter Six
M aldano’s men arrived with local law enforcement to take the assailants into custody. They were known terrorists in the area, and after questioning them, Charity found out they weren’t targeting Nigel. They had been following Maldano, looking for a high-profile person to kidnap and further their cause.
“Have you talked to Constance?” Nigel asked, coming up behind her. His accent was crisp. He looked tired and didn’t really seem like an executive at this moment. It was as if the firefight had striped away the layers of posh sophistication that he’d had before. Now she saw there was more to him, and that intrigued her.
“No. Our driver should have checked in, though. Let me see if Anna has.”
Nigel followed her across the room. It was the kind of place that didn’t have any real décor to mention, unless one considered late ’60s metal desks and cracked framed prints décor.
“Have you heard from Jesse?” Justine asked Anna. She wanted Nigel away from her. She was ultra-aware of him walking behind her. She had wanted to reach for him after the shooting was over. Whatever attraction had sparked between them on the plane had grown while she’d been defending them. While she’d watched him show his measure of the man he was.
He wasn’t a useless executive, which she’d already begun to suspect. And she wanted more from him. She was wondering if that kiss on the airplane had been a fluke. Had he really felt right in her arms? Was she completely losing it?
The heat in Lima must be making her crazy, she thought.
“No,” Anna said, her accent just as crisp as Nigel’s. “As I just told you ten minutes ago.”
“You haven’t followed up?” Justine asked, her own tone sharp. She didn’t like being taken to task by anyone, especially her partners. Her own temper was short as she tried to figure out what was going on with her emotions about Nigel. She didn’t do this. She wasn’t the type of woman who got her panties in a twist over a man .
“No, I haven’t. I have been dealing with the local authorities and explaining our body count. Would you rather have done that for me?”
She shook her head, running her hand through her short mane. “Sorry. Will you check on his GPS? He’s not answering his cell.”
“No problem,” Anna said, pulling out her small minicomputer. “Give me a second.”
“What does it mean that you
Nigel ran forward, hitting the man in the gut and knocking the breath from him. He brought his hand down on the side of the man’s neck, aiming for his carotid artery and finding it. The man collapsed at his feet, and Nigel glanced to his right to see that Anna had subdued two other men.
“Do you have anything to bind his hands?”
She tossed him a pair of flex cuffs. He bound the unconscious man’s hands.
“Nice job,” Anna said.
“Thanks. How’d Pedro do?”
“Just as well as you,” Anna said.
They searched the rest of the garage area and found two dead bodies, one of which Nigel was certain was the man he’d hit when he’d first pulled his Kimber. He looked down into the man’s eyes because taking a life wasn’t something that should ever be done lightly.
Nigel reached down and closed the man’s eyes, then got to his feet.
They stepped outside the building, guns drawn, and found Justine and Charity with four men bound between them. “This area is secure.”
“The building is, too,” Nigel said.
Justine walked over to him, looking from the weapon held loosely in his hand back to his eyes.
“Good job, Nigel.”
He nodded to acknowledge her thanks. But inside, he realized that this was her world. She was at home here and totally comfortable with the violence and blood. At one point in his life, he had been, too, but he no longer was. He wondered if he ever would be again.
Chapter Six
M aldano’s men arrived with local law enforcement to take the assailants into custody. They were known terrorists in the area, and after questioning them, Charity found out they weren’t targeting Nigel. They had been following Maldano, looking for a high-profile person to kidnap and further their cause.
“Have you talked to Constance?” Nigel asked, coming up behind her. His accent was crisp. He looked tired and didn’t really seem like an executive at this moment. It was as if the firefight had striped away the layers of posh sophistication that he’d had before. Now she saw there was more to him, and that intrigued her.
“No. Our driver should have checked in, though. Let me see if Anna has.”
Nigel followed her across the room. It was the kind of place that didn’t have any real décor to mention, unless one considered late ’60s metal desks and cracked framed prints décor.
“Have you heard from Jesse?” Justine asked Anna. She wanted Nigel away from her. She was ultra-aware of him walking behind her. She had wanted to reach for him after the shooting was over. Whatever attraction had sparked between them on the plane had grown while she’d been defending them. While she’d watched him show his measure of the man he was.
He wasn’t a useless executive, which she’d already begun to suspect. And she wanted more from him. She was wondering if that kiss on the airplane had been a fluke. Had he really felt right in her arms? Was she completely losing it?
The heat in Lima must be making her crazy, she thought.
“No,” Anna said, her accent just as crisp as Nigel’s. “As I just told you ten minutes ago.”
“You haven’t followed up?” Justine asked, her own tone sharp. She didn’t like being taken to task by anyone, especially her partners. Her own temper was short as she tried to figure out what was going on with her emotions about Nigel. She didn’t do this. She wasn’t the type of woman who got her panties in a twist over a man .
“No, I haven’t. I have been dealing with the local authorities and explaining our body count. Would you rather have done that for me?”
She shook her head, running her hand through her short mane. “Sorry. Will you check on his GPS? He’s not answering his cell.”
“No problem,” Anna said, pulling out her small minicomputer. “Give me a second.”
“What does it mean that you
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