Cold Day In Hell by Jerrie Alexander

Author:Jerrie Alexander [Alexander, Jerrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Jerrie Alexander
Published: 2013-09-28T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Ty went through his backpack, adding supplies Marcus had brought with him. He methodically checked each item, taking extra time on the first aid kit since he didn't seem to be able to keep Ana from suffering myriad twists, cuts, scrapes and stings.

"What weapons are in the hold?" he asked Marcus.

"Two HK416s and a Beretta for you, with extra clips. And enough C-4 to get us out of any jam."

"You bring anything for her?"

"No." Marcus blinked as if surprised at the question. "Didn't know she needed hardware."

"Then we'll get her something from the underground militia."

"Stop talking like I'm not here." Ana lifted her head, sending them a chilling glare. "And stop calling them a militia. Once we're in my country, I can get what I need without your help."

Ty chuckled and slapped Marcus on the back. "I'm witness to her accuracy with a pistol."

"I'll take your word for it." Marcus went back to separating supplies.

By the time the five-hour flight ended, they'd pulled together a plan. Staying at her family's house was too risky, so a motel in Choachi would have to do. Ana's expression clearly indicated she didn't like the idea of sharing a room with him.

The jet engines remained running after landing. The pilot came out from the cockpit, nodded, and walked to the exit. He still hadn't spoken when he popped the hatch and dropped a small ladder to the ground for an easy exit.

Stepping out into the sunlight, thankful not to be crammed into that flying toilet roll with wings, Ty stretched the kinks out of his back. The pilot followed them down the steps to an airstrip in the middle of nowhere.

Ty scanned the area, finding no outbuildings or tower, just the long strip of blacktop and a foot-worn path into the jungle.

"Where the fuck are we?" Ty mumbled.

The pilot glanced over his shoulder. "Not as far off the beaten path as you might think."

"You do have a voice," Ty said with a laugh.

"When I have something to say." He offered no other identification other than a slow Southern drawl. He joined Marcus and helped unload the weapons.

Ty didn't push it. The man had delivered them safely and under the radar. That was good enough. Since Lost and Found, Inc. was nowhere solvent enough to own a jet, the man was either FBI or DEA.

A small hand gripped his bicep, sending a jolt of heat to every nerve ending. Her scent, soft and floral, drifted up and clouded his thoughts. An image of her in a bathtub full of bubbles and flowers flashed though his mind. He sobered when he looked down at her face. Her gaze asked the unanswerable question. She wanted a promise that her adoptive parents would be alive and that they'd rescue them.

He shifted his gaze and pretended to be interested in the activity at the plane. More than ever, he wished they'd left her behind. The kidnapping and a sanctioned target put a different spin on the trip. Ortega had to be located and a plan executed perfectly.

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