Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(98)
“You’ve decided to rise from the dead?” Ryder asked.
Jed rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve got this feeling that I may have already risen. I haven’t told you because you’ve been busy with Sierra. And I’ve been trying to come up with a strategy.”
Ryder’s eyes narrowed. “Haven’t told me what?”
“Bailey Montgomery may have spotted me at that D.C. party when I was supposed to be helping you guard Sierra.” He’d been stationed on the patio at the back of the Langford house right outside the room where Sierra was supposed to be meeting with the vice president. Someone had knocked him out. He hadn’t been out for more than a few minutes but it had been enough time for a killer to kidnap Sierra. It had certainly been enough time for someone passing by to get a good look at him.
“I should have insisted that you wear one of your disguises.”
Jed’s brows shot up. “And how would we have explained that to Sierra and her sisters and their significant others and Zoë? Besides, we didn’t plan on my being knocked out.”
“Right.” Ryder sighed. “Why didn’t you mention the possibility that you’d been spotted before?”
“Because I don’t have anything to go on besides a gut feeling. I got it again when we left your little engagement shindig the other night at the Blue Pepper. I think I spotted a car following us—a dark-colored SUV or a van. I lost it easily enough, so I can’t be sure, but I haven’t been able to get rid of the feeling that my time is running out.”
“Great,” Ryder said. “I know you well enough—what your gut instinct is telling you is probably right. That means we have to make some kind of a move.” He took another swallow of his coffee. “That SUV—that’s why you did all that fancy driving on the way back here that night, isn’t it?”
Jed grinned at him. “I thought you were too distracted with Sierra in the backseat to notice.”
Ryder ran a hand through his hair again. “Yeah, I was, or I would have figured it out sooner. But if you’re right and someone saw you with Sierra and me, they’re going to pursue that connection. Good thing no one can trace me to this place. Even if they could, it’s next to impossible to find without specific directions.”
Ryder took another swallow of coffee. “If you think Bailey Montgomery is your best source of information, please don’t tell me that you’re just going to walk into her office and ask her.”
Jed smiled slowly. “It’s a tempting thought. But I was thinking of a more conservative move—to start off with at least. I’m thinking we might break into her office and search it—her desk, her hard drive.”
Ryder’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You’re talking about breaking into the CIA headquarters in Langley? It’d be a challenge.”
Just the kind of challenge that Ryder would enjoy. Jed was banking on that. Still deep in thought, Ryder took a long sip of his coffee, grimaced and then spat it out over the railing. “Shit. I can’t drink this. We’re going to finish this conversation in the galley.”
Jed followed him down the short flight of stairs. The kitchen was small and well equipped with shiny pots and pans hanging off hooks. Ryder filled the teakettle, rinsed out the French-press pot and measured coffee into it.
“Gage Sinclair might be willing to help us,” Jed said.
Ryder frowned in concentration. “Gage Sinclair. If it’s the same man I’m thinking of, he doesn’t work at the CIA anymore.”
Jed shook his head. “No. But we worked together on a couple of assignments, and I got him out of a messy situation about seven years ago on a job we did together in Jordan. He got shot up pretty bad and lost a leg but it could have been a lot worse. Since then, he’s gotten out of fieldwork.”
“He’s doing private consulting and security work here in D.C.,” Ryder said. “I’ve run into him a few times. He even invited me to work on a case with him a year ago. I liked him, and he’s good at what he does. We’d be rivals if he weren’t primarily doing contract work for the CIA.”
“If anyone would know the ins and outs of CIA headquarters, he would,” Jed said.
“Can you trust him?”
“Yeah. He’s a good man. Even if he believes I killed Frank, he’ll figure he owes me at least one favor. Plus, I know him well enough to suspect there’s a reason why he left the CIA. It wasn’t just because of his injuries. He wasn’t entirely happy with the CIA. But he still consults for them, so he’ll have a pass. He probably knows the building like the back of his hand. I’ll set up a meet as soon as possible.”