Day of Reckoning: (Cody's War 4) by Stephen Mertz

Author:Stephen Mertz [Mertz, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781641199889
Publisher: Wolfpack Publishing
Published: 2019-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

Washington, D.C.

The sat phone's muted sound demanded Denham Boyd's attention. As he answered it, he could already feel his stomach clenching.

"Go," he said.

Sara Durell's familiar voice reached him from halfway round the planet. Boyd tried to imagine how she'd looked the last time they spoke face to face, at Langley, and was troubled when it wouldn't come to him at once.

"Still kicking," she informed him, "just in case you're hearing something to the contrary."

"Too bad about those other guys," Boyd said, keeping it terse despite the scrambler program and cutout relays.

"They did their best," Sara replied.

"Not good enough, I guess. You missed the party?"

"Nope. In fact, I had a ringside seat."

Boyd blinked at that. Answered, "Yet, here you are."

"I had some help I wasn't counting on," she said.

Now Denham's stomach gave a lazy barrel roll. "That other guy?" he asked.

"The very same. Lucky for me, I'd say."

"You ought to know, I told him to stay out of it."

"Same thing I would've done," she answered, "if the shoe was on the other foot."

"Okay, then. No hard feelings?"

"I'm not looking backwards," she replied. "But we could use some help down range."

"Just tell me where and when," Boyd said.

"Not yet. We're working on it, though."

"I won't ask where you are right now."

"Best not to," she agreed. "I need to tell you something, though."

"I'm listening."

"There was another incident last night."

"How'd that come up?" Boyd asked, avoiding the specifics.

"We walked in on something and decided that it shouldn't happen. Just in case you start to hear some rumbles."

"Thanks for the heads-up."

"About the other thing…"

"Go on."

"Best keep your phone handy, regardless of the time."

"Will do. I'll pass the word upstairs, such as it is."

"Figured you would. Don't want the royal bowels in an uproar."

"I'm not even touching that," Boyd said.

"And I don't blame you. Later."

Boyd was working on "goodbye" when he was cut off by a wispy, long-range dial tone and the link shut down. He mouthed a silent curse and stashed the sat phone back where it belonged, in his desk drawer. Out of sight, but very seldom out of mind.

And now, he had to face the president again.

As Denham Boyd reached for the desktop intercom, to reach his P.A., he was hoping that the Big Man's schedule would keep him busy for a while, distracted from the life-or-death events unfolding in Afghanistan.

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