Do or Die by Suzanne Brockmann

Author:Suzanne Brockmann [Brockmann, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-345-54380-6
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2014-02-04T05:00:00+00:00

Thursday (Three days later)

Ian was still sitting in front of his computer when Phoebe went downstairs.

“Morning,” she said.

He barely glanced up, his full focus on the screen. “It’s afternoon.”

He was right. It was.

“Have you slept?” Phoebe asked. “Like, at all, since we got here?”

He was still wearing the clothes he’d had on when she’d finally gone up to bed at dawn.

It was day three of this little locked-in, cabin-fever-inducing safe house adventure. And ever since they’d arrived here in Miami, Ian had been avoiding her. Not only was he taking care to never be alone with her, but he evaded any and all of her attempts to have a real conversation.

At least not one that didn’t start with Will you check out this file for me? and end with Thanks.

Phoebe now knew way too much about the Kazak tribe, and how international law dealt—poorly—with outliers who refused to acknowledge the existence of any law other than their own.

She’d also spent a significant amount of her downtime researching the Dellarosa “tribe.” She’d discovered that both Manny and Davio seemed to be Teflon when it came to deflecting criminal cases. Prosecutors could never find anyone willing to testify against them. Even convicts facing decades in prison couldn’t be flipped. Whatever system the Dellarosas had in place for ensuring that kind of lasting loyalty and silence—it was rock solid.

As Ian now finally looked up, both at her and around the room, Phoebe saw him register the fact that they were alone. The uh-oh that flared in his eyes was quickly covered by the detached, too-polite smile that she’d come to despise.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he pointed back at the computer. “I’m right in the middle of …”

“Of course,” she said, going into the kitchen to get some coffee. Time of day didn’t matter for that—the pot was always fresh. “Sorry. Carry on.”

She couldn’t really complain. She was the one who’d pushed to keep their relationship as mere friends. And Ian certainly wasn’t being unfriendly.

He was just using his intense focus on the job at hand to keep her at a safe distance.

Safe distance, safe house.

Phoebe was pretty certain, after nearly three days of confinement, that staying in an FBI safe house in Miami was exactly the same as staying in an FBI safe house anywhere else in the world.

The house itself was comfortable enough, with plenty of beds, a kitchen to cook in, and a large combined dining and living room that Ian had turned into his war room.

The place was well stocked with both food and computers—plus they had access to the full arsenal of weaponry and equipment that Ian had brought with them from Zebra.

The blinds and curtains were all tightly drawn, so the house was lit with electric light rather than sunshine—which gave the place a vaguely Vegas casino feel. Miami’s legendary humidity and heat weren’t a problem since the house was climate controlled. In fact, the AC was up so high, Phoebe kept a sweatshirt close at hand.

Thankfully, she had a sweatshirt.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.