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Authors: Fern Michaels
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Andover’s munificent donation to the cause of all that was good and right in the world.
He set the papers aside and switched over to the personal finances of the three Andovers. Multimillionaires all. Well, not for long, he thought grimly.
Something was nibbling at the back of his mind, something Dennis had said earlier, possibly yesterday or the day before, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. He got up to pace around the long conference table. He did some of his best thinking when he paced. What was it? He stopped under the Jasper Johns painting, looked up at it in the hope it would give him his answer. Nothing came to him. He continued pacing, then stood under the Jackson Pollock painting. No help there, either. Shift into neutral, Jack. Let it come on its own . Right. Easier said than done.
Then Jack remembered his intention to call Avery Snowden. The operative growled a greeting on the first ring. “We’re all good here,” was all he said before he broke the connection. A man of few words , Jack thought. Still, he felt reassured.
Five minutes later, Jack almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the door buzz at the front of the building. Cyrus was a black streak whizzing by him. FedEx? Jack ran after Cyrus, and told him to stay as he peeked through the plantation shutters. Sure enough, it was indeed a FedEx deliveryman. Jack could barely contain himself as he opened the door, stared at the driver as though he were the enemy, signed his name for both packages, slammed the door shut, and slipped both dead bolts into place.
Chapter 8
His heart beating trip-hammer fast, Jack headed for the conference room, where he had to try three times before he could open the thinner of the two packages. He heaved a mighty sigh as he looked at all the exquisite credentials Bert and Sparrow had managed to get for him and the guys, and Maggie, too. He laughed out loud when he read Sparrow’s note, which said, Whip these babies out and you are golden . What really set him off on a laughing jag was a picture of a golden, happy face behind a set of bars. He looked for his own set of credentials. He was for now Special Agent Anthony Lupine. Ted was Special Agent Andrew Molnar, Espinosa was Special Agent Raoul Samoza, Dennis was Special Agent Donald Ryder, and Maggie was Special Agent Lucinda Collins. There were no credentials for Harry because everyone had agreed that an Asian might be too easily remembered, and Harry’s picture had been in the papers too often, given his martial arts prowess and worldwide reputation in the field.
Jack eyed the second delivery, which wasn’t a soft-sided package but a hard cardboard box. He knew what was in it, but his jaw still dropped in awe as he slid his pocketknife through the heavy tape. Five guns. All Glocks. Disassembled, and wrapped in some kind of mystery packaging to thwart the scanners at FedEx, he surmised. The gun of choice for the fibbies. No ammunition. That was okay; they absolutely were not going to shoot anyone. At least not today. The guns were just for show.
He pried at the special packing and saw the shoulder holsters on the bottom of the box. The holsters looked old, worn, and real . He guessed it was true what he’d heard: If you had the money, you could get anything in Vegas. He supposed it was all in knowing the right people, or knowing people who knew the right people. Anything for a price.
It took Jack exactly fourteen minutes to assemble the Glocks. “Good to go, baby, good to go,” he muttered happily under his breath.
Because he had nothing else to do at the moment, Jack picked up one of the holsters and tried it on. He shoved the gun into it and practiced his draw. He was familiar with guns, had gone to the shooting range hundreds of times when he was an assistant district attorney. He’d always qualified. Thank God he had never had to draw on anyone. He also had a license to carry a gun in his real life but not as Special Agent
He set the papers aside and switched over to the personal finances of the three Andovers. Multimillionaires all. Well, not for long, he thought grimly.
Something was nibbling at the back of his mind, something Dennis had said earlier, possibly yesterday or the day before, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. He got up to pace around the long conference table. He did some of his best thinking when he paced. What was it? He stopped under the Jasper Johns painting, looked up at it in the hope it would give him his answer. Nothing came to him. He continued pacing, then stood under the Jackson Pollock painting. No help there, either. Shift into neutral, Jack. Let it come on its own . Right. Easier said than done.
Then Jack remembered his intention to call Avery Snowden. The operative growled a greeting on the first ring. “We’re all good here,” was all he said before he broke the connection. A man of few words , Jack thought. Still, he felt reassured.
Five minutes later, Jack almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the door buzz at the front of the building. Cyrus was a black streak whizzing by him. FedEx? Jack ran after Cyrus, and told him to stay as he peeked through the plantation shutters. Sure enough, it was indeed a FedEx deliveryman. Jack could barely contain himself as he opened the door, stared at the driver as though he were the enemy, signed his name for both packages, slammed the door shut, and slipped both dead bolts into place.
Chapter 8
His heart beating trip-hammer fast, Jack headed for the conference room, where he had to try three times before he could open the thinner of the two packages. He heaved a mighty sigh as he looked at all the exquisite credentials Bert and Sparrow had managed to get for him and the guys, and Maggie, too. He laughed out loud when he read Sparrow’s note, which said, Whip these babies out and you are golden . What really set him off on a laughing jag was a picture of a golden, happy face behind a set of bars. He looked for his own set of credentials. He was for now Special Agent Anthony Lupine. Ted was Special Agent Andrew Molnar, Espinosa was Special Agent Raoul Samoza, Dennis was Special Agent Donald Ryder, and Maggie was Special Agent Lucinda Collins. There were no credentials for Harry because everyone had agreed that an Asian might be too easily remembered, and Harry’s picture had been in the papers too often, given his martial arts prowess and worldwide reputation in the field.
Jack eyed the second delivery, which wasn’t a soft-sided package but a hard cardboard box. He knew what was in it, but his jaw still dropped in awe as he slid his pocketknife through the heavy tape. Five guns. All Glocks. Disassembled, and wrapped in some kind of mystery packaging to thwart the scanners at FedEx, he surmised. The gun of choice for the fibbies. No ammunition. That was okay; they absolutely were not going to shoot anyone. At least not today. The guns were just for show.
He pried at the special packing and saw the shoulder holsters on the bottom of the box. The holsters looked old, worn, and real . He guessed it was true what he’d heard: If you had the money, you could get anything in Vegas. He supposed it was all in knowing the right people, or knowing people who knew the right people. Anything for a price.
It took Jack exactly fourteen minutes to assemble the Glocks. “Good to go, baby, good to go,” he muttered happily under his breath.
Because he had nothing else to do at the moment, Jack picked up one of the holsters and tried it on. He shoved the gun into it and practiced his draw. He was familiar with guns, had gone to the shooting range hundreds of times when he was an assistant district attorney. He’d always qualified. Thank God he had never had to draw on anyone. He also had a license to carry a gun in his real life but not as Special Agent
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