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tell you everything when I get there. I’ll meet you at the farm.”
“Okay. Be safe, bro.”
Cy ended the call and took a deep breath.
“What . . .” Gemma started before being cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. The number came up as Unknown and Cy figured it was his boss.
“Is the plane ready?” Cy asked as he answered.
“Yes,” the deep, accented Middle Eastern voice answered. “You’ll land at the private air field around eight-thirty in the morning. That is, if you can get out of Los Angeles alive.”
“Ahmed?”
“Yes.”
“How did you get this number?”
“John Wolfe does not have anything on me,” Ahmed answered seriously. “Now, you seem to be having some problems with a man I am particularly interested in and I want to offer my services.”
“I'd appreciate that. I’ll see you at the farm?”
“Yes.”
The line went dead and Gemma turned to him. “Who was that?”
“Ahmed. He’s like the Secret Service for the Prince of Rahmi. He happens to live in the town we’re going to,” Cy explained as he turned off the freeway and onto West Century Boulevard heading to the airport. He followed the signs to the private jet field and parked in a reserved spot. His car would be shipped home with the rest of his stuff soon. He didn’t know how practical a sports car would be on the farm, but it sure would be fun on those twisting country roads where he grew up.
“This is the CIA’s plane. Well, kinda. It was confiscated from a weapons dealer and we’re just using it until it’s sold at auction. We’re flying to the prince’s private runway in Kentucky,” Cy told her as he handed her Fred and picked up all the bags.
“I got that part. What’s the plan after that?” Gemma asked as she looked up the steep stairs leading to the plane.
“I’m still working on it.”
“Working on it? You don’t have a plan?” Gemma stopped climbing the stairs and looked behind her to glare at Cy.
“I believe the key will be in your sister’s notes. I won’t be able to develop a plan until I know what we’re working with.”
“And you think we’ll have those resources in Kentucky? We should be staying here and working with the LAPD.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about resources. You haven’t met my brothers yet. Or for that matter, the rest of the town,” Cy grinned.
CHAPTER SIX
Cy leaned back in the light tan leather seat as the plane shot down the runway. Gemma sat next to him with Fred curled up in her lap. As soon as the plane leveled off, Cy turned to her and placed his hand on hers.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling Gemma back to reality. She had been thinking of Christmas when she and Gia were just seven years old. They had been embroiled in a debate over Santa Claus and Gia was determined to prove he existed. They fell asleep at eleven-thirty, but when they woke up the next morning, the cookies had been eaten and a note left by Santa telling them how sisters were the most treasured gift any girl could ever get.
“Yes. Sorry. What?” Gemma blinked her eyes and looked out the window into the dark night sky before looking back at Cy’s handsome face. He may be edgy and slightly dangerous looking, especially with his five-o’clock shadow, but the way his warm hand relaxed her made her think he couldn’t be all that bad. He did save her life after all—twice.
“If you wouldn’t mind, and since you’re not too happy with my lack of plans, can we take a look at what was so important that someone is trying to kill you?” Cy looked down at her purse and Gemma similarly looked down at it. Inside was the key to everything, but a force was holding her back.
Gemma finally took a deep breath and handed Fred over to Cy. It was time to see what Gia had gotten into. She opened the large bag and pulled out the three notebooks. “What’s that?” Cy asked and pointed at the almost-Greek-looking symbol on the bottom of the cover.
“It means one. We had a secret
“Okay. Be safe, bro.”
Cy ended the call and took a deep breath.
“What . . .” Gemma started before being cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. The number came up as Unknown and Cy figured it was his boss.
“Is the plane ready?” Cy asked as he answered.
“Yes,” the deep, accented Middle Eastern voice answered. “You’ll land at the private air field around eight-thirty in the morning. That is, if you can get out of Los Angeles alive.”
“Ahmed?”
“Yes.”
“How did you get this number?”
“John Wolfe does not have anything on me,” Ahmed answered seriously. “Now, you seem to be having some problems with a man I am particularly interested in and I want to offer my services.”
“I'd appreciate that. I’ll see you at the farm?”
“Yes.”
The line went dead and Gemma turned to him. “Who was that?”
“Ahmed. He’s like the Secret Service for the Prince of Rahmi. He happens to live in the town we’re going to,” Cy explained as he turned off the freeway and onto West Century Boulevard heading to the airport. He followed the signs to the private jet field and parked in a reserved spot. His car would be shipped home with the rest of his stuff soon. He didn’t know how practical a sports car would be on the farm, but it sure would be fun on those twisting country roads where he grew up.
“This is the CIA’s plane. Well, kinda. It was confiscated from a weapons dealer and we’re just using it until it’s sold at auction. We’re flying to the prince’s private runway in Kentucky,” Cy told her as he handed her Fred and picked up all the bags.
“I got that part. What’s the plan after that?” Gemma asked as she looked up the steep stairs leading to the plane.
“I’m still working on it.”
“Working on it? You don’t have a plan?” Gemma stopped climbing the stairs and looked behind her to glare at Cy.
“I believe the key will be in your sister’s notes. I won’t be able to develop a plan until I know what we’re working with.”
“And you think we’ll have those resources in Kentucky? We should be staying here and working with the LAPD.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about resources. You haven’t met my brothers yet. Or for that matter, the rest of the town,” Cy grinned.
CHAPTER SIX
Cy leaned back in the light tan leather seat as the plane shot down the runway. Gemma sat next to him with Fred curled up in her lap. As soon as the plane leveled off, Cy turned to her and placed his hand on hers.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling Gemma back to reality. She had been thinking of Christmas when she and Gia were just seven years old. They had been embroiled in a debate over Santa Claus and Gia was determined to prove he existed. They fell asleep at eleven-thirty, but when they woke up the next morning, the cookies had been eaten and a note left by Santa telling them how sisters were the most treasured gift any girl could ever get.
“Yes. Sorry. What?” Gemma blinked her eyes and looked out the window into the dark night sky before looking back at Cy’s handsome face. He may be edgy and slightly dangerous looking, especially with his five-o’clock shadow, but the way his warm hand relaxed her made her think he couldn’t be all that bad. He did save her life after all—twice.
“If you wouldn’t mind, and since you’re not too happy with my lack of plans, can we take a look at what was so important that someone is trying to kill you?” Cy looked down at her purse and Gemma similarly looked down at it. Inside was the key to everything, but a force was holding her back.
Gemma finally took a deep breath and handed Fred over to Cy. It was time to see what Gia had gotten into. She opened the large bag and pulled out the three notebooks. “What’s that?” Cy asked and pointed at the almost-Greek-looking symbol on the bottom of the cover.
“It means one. We had a secret
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