Carrie's Protector. Rebecca York
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any chances,” he answered as he led her down Tenth Street to the storefront with the Zipcar office.
The blond young man behind the counter, wearing a dress shirt and tie, looked up as they stepped in.
“We’d like a vehicle with four-wheel drive,” Wyatt said. Carrie looked surprised but said nothing.
“How long will you be needing it?”
“At least a day.”
“There will be extra charges if you turn it in later.”
“Understood.”
“Driver’s license?”
Beside him Carrie tensed. He touched her arm reassuringly, then dug into his wallet and pulled out an alternate ID.
He handed over a license that said he was Will Hanks.
The clerk filled out the paperwork, and they were out of the office and on the road in less than fifteen minutes.
Carrie sank into the passenger seat of the Chevy Equinox, leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes. He watched her take a few moments to catch her breath before she turned to him. “You always carry fake ID?”
“Yeah.” His gaze alternated between her and the road. “You did good back there.”
“What choice did I have?”
“A lot of people would have gone to pieces or frozen up when the crap hit the fan. You didn’t.”
She huffed out a breath. “I guess I didn’t go to pieces when I spotted those guys in the park, either.”
“True.”
She made a snorting sound. “One minute I was taking pictures of a happy little eagle family. Then I was in the middle of an action-adventure movie.”
“More real than 3-D.”
“Yeah. When they shoot at you in a 3-D movie, you can’t get killed.”
He turned onto Connecticut Avenue and took that route toward the suburbs.
“Why did you get a four-wheel-drive car?” she asked.
“We might not be going in the front entrance to the safe house,” he answered, then switched the subject. “I want to find out who ratted you out. Who knew about your meeting downtown?”
She sighed. “I did discuss it with my dad because he wanted to stay informed.”
“He asked me questions about the meeting, too.”
She turned her head toward him. “But he wouldn’t tell anyone. He doesn’t even trust the government. He hired you and your team because he wanted to keep me safe.”
Wyatt nodded. “Other people are at his house. Someone might have heard.”
“No one there would set me up like that.”
Although Wyatt heard the note of conviction in her voice, he wasn’t so sure. He’d be the judge of who might have betrayed Carrie. Right now, though, his primary goal was to get her back to safety, and he needed to make sure nobody was on their tail.
He wanted to speed back to the safe house, but he allowed himself to go no faster than five miles above the speed limit as he watched the rearview mirror for any signs that they were being followed. He saw none.
Pulling out his phone again, he dialed the secure number. This time he waited eight rings, but nobody picked up. A very bad sign.
Instead of leaving a message, he clicked off.
“What?” she asked.
“Nobody answered.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t like it.”
They were on a secondary road that led through the rolling Maryland countryside. As he’d suggested he might do, he turned off onto a dirt track that circled the safe-house property, staying on the alert for signs of trouble.
“What are you doing?”
He gave her a quick look. “I’m not taking you in there until I know everything’s all right.”
“It’s supposed to be secure. That’s why it’s called a safe house.”
“And right now the vibes are all wrong.”
“Then why are we going back at all?”
“A couple of reasons. There’s equipment in there that I need. And the rest of the team could be in trouble.”
THE NEWS OF the ambush at the Federal Building had hit the cable channels. Tuned in to the CNN broadcast, the watcher felt anger flare up. A lot of money had crossed hands—for results—and now it looked as though everything was going to hell in a handbasket.
After clicking off the TV, the individual walked down the hall, stepped into a darkened bedroom and dialed a cell phone number, hand tightening on the phone while waiting for someone on the other end of the line to pick up.
“Yes?”
The caller spoke in a low, steady voice, working hard to hold back screams. “What the hell is going on?”
“A glitch.”
“You call that a glitch? The attack on the Federal Building has hit all the major news stations. The only bodies they found were that Federal prosecutor—what’s his name—Skip Gunderson? And two of your guys. I assume that means the agent and the girl got away.”
“Yeah. A real screwup.”
“There better not be any blowback.”
“The dead guys won’t talk. And we got the rest of our men out before anyone else showed up.”
“How did you make such a mess of a simple assignment?”
“You neglected to tell us how good Wyatt Hawk is.”
“I’m as surprised as you are.” The caller made a throatclearing noise. “Where are Hawk and the girl?” Maybe that news would be better.
“We don’t know for certain. We figure they’ll come back to the safe house. We can get them there.”
“You’re sure?”
“It’s a good bet.”
“What if that doesn’t work out?”
“We go to plan B.”
“That’s just perfect.”
Before the caller could ask another question, the man on the other end of the line hung up, leaving nothing but dead air.
The caller had thought of a foolproof scheme. Apparently, that held true only if you weren’t working with morons. More proof that if you wanted something done right, you’d better do it yourself. Too bad it took special training to handle this job.
FIFTY MINUTES AFTER leaving the Zipcar office, Wyatt pulled the Chevy Equinox into the woods, torn between bad and worse alternatives. He could leave Carrie in the car or hiding in the underbrush while he went in to find out what was going on at the hideout. Unfortunately, that would mean she was vulnerable if someone was lurking nearby. Or he could take her with him, which would expose her to whatever danger might be waiting ahead.
He made a decision and turned toward Carrie. “I don’t want to leave you here unprotected. We’re going to approach the house from the right side. I want you to stay behind me, and do exactly what I say. If I tell you to hit the deck, you do it.” His gaze burned into hers. “Got that?”
“Yes.”
“Wait in the car until I signal you to get out.”
She answered with a tight nod.
Hoping he could