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She even pushed me for an extra forty up front.”
    Charlie laughed. “I told you she was sharp. If she wasn’t in a tight spot right now we might not have pulled this off, but she’ll find the scroll and fast. Like I told you, her dad is bad off and needs the money for a treatment plan. Nice job. You want to meet for a drink?”
    And give Charlie a chance to ID him? “No. Call Hong Kong. Tell the boss Eklund is on board and is convinced I’m with the Vatican. Tell him I’ll find the scroll before any Orion Hunters do, then I’ll be in touch.”  He hung up the phone and slid into his sedan, dragging his tie loose while he sat there.
    Now to put the next step into motion.
    The next call was to a man known covertly as the General. He wasn’t one, even though he worked in the Pentagon.
    The General’s baritone boomed on the line. “This better be secure.”
    “It is. Contracts are set. Everything is in place for the first hit tomorrow.”
    “Then do it and make sure there are no loose ends.”
    “Don’t I always?” He thumbed the key to end the call and smiled over fattening his offshore accounts.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    Sabrina stepped off her company jet ahead of the team she’d brought to Los Angeles to find an assassin with three targets. Her Wednesday had started at three a.m. in Atlanta.  It was just past six in the evening LA time, and this day would very likely not end until she saw three on the clock at least one more time. She adjusted the shoulder strap on the black case that held her weapons and laptop, then headed out of the hangar she’d leased, into the balmy heat surrounding John Wayne Airport.
    Nick Carrera fell into step alongside her, thumbing a message on his phone while they walked to the vehicle parking lot. “Four SUVs are waiting for us.”
    “Let’s get everyone settled in and start rotating down time. There won’t be much sleep until we figure out for sure who this assassin is after.”
    “Agreed.”
    She could hear a crowd of footsteps and rolling wheels coming up behind them.
    Nick glanced at the parking lot, looked back down at what he was thumbing then slowly lowered his phone and stared intently at the smattering of vehicles.
    She took note of the way he’d gone on alert.
    Four black SUVs were parked together, each windshield tagged with a paper sign that had one word and number printed.
    MINE 1, MINE 2, MINE 3 and MINE 4.
    Nick’s sense of humor. He’d been assigned to handle transportation on this mission. She was just glad to have him whole and walking around after the damage he’d taken on their last mission out here. The team had been ambushed and Nick had taken a round way too close to his lung.
    A fifth black SUV waited three empty spaces away, all by itself with the grill facing Sabrina.  That’s what had pinged Nick’s radar.
    Headlights blinked on, flashed to high beam then back to low beam, and remained illuminated in the dusty, early evening light.
    Please say that isn’t for me.
    Her phone dinged.
    The text read: We need to talk.
    Why should she expect any part of this trip to be easy? She considered her options. Deal with this complication now or later?
    Nick squinted at the lone vehicle. “Company?”
    “Yes.”
    “Expected?”
    “No, but I know who it is. Get the team fed and to the safe house. Leave a car with the keys in it. Text me if anything comes up before I arrive. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “Roger that.”  Nick turned and waited for the other team members, then started giving instructions.
    She walked to the SUV that sat with its engine purring, opened the passenger door and slid onto the leather seat before turning her foul mood on Gage Laughton. “What do you want?”
    He gave her a half smile that said so much more than the words other men spoke. “Cocktails?”
    “No.”
    “Dinner.”
    “ No!”
    “Worth a try.” He chuckled at yanking her chain as he backed the vehicle around to park at an angle that let them both