Protective Custody by Wynter Daniels

Author:Wynter Daniels [Daniels, Wynter]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Suspense
ISBN: 9781426891595
Google: qfNK9GixN7gC
Amazon: B004T4LQBK
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2011-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

John Jarity woke in his desk chair. The remnants of a bottle of whiskey sat next to the computer, accusing him. His stomach and head ached. Shouldn’t have had so much on an empty stomach. Was that his head ringing?

Shaking off sleep, he realized it was his cell. Harvey. “Pretty fucking early in the morning to be calling, bro.” He checked his watch. Five-forty. Midafternoon in Sri Lanka.

“I figured you’d want to hear some good news.”

He rubbed his eyes. “What you got?”

“Three sisters. The mom wants a million rupees for all of them. I think we should do it.”

John mentally calculated the exchange rate. About nine thousand bucks. And he could sell the two he didn’t want for fifty grand apiece. Less the three thousand for the paperwork to get the girls into the country, they’d still make a tidy profit. “Do it. Just make sure the documents are solid.”

“I know how to do this, John. I’ve managed to get five others in, haven’t I?”

If Harvey were here, he’d clock him for that sarcastic tone. But he needed his brother to get the women here without incident. “Okay. Call me when you clear customs in Miami.”

“This is the last time. We make enough without taking this kind of chance.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” When he returned, Harvey would have to be taught a lesson. He snapped his phone shut, then rubbed his eyes. The sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen caught his attention. Gritting his teeth, he strode through the house and found Ruth Ann at the stove.

The morning light wasn’t kind to her wrinkled face. Avoiding a direct stare, he crossed the room to the coffeemaker. “Morning.”

“Did you work all night again? For heaven’s sake, John.”

He sat at the table and inhaled his first cup. Ruth Ann set a plate of burned toast and practically raw eggs in front of him. Thank God Harvey was bringing him a girl. He needed her for more than just his carnal urges. His damn wife was inept at every household chore. After a few bites, he pushed up from the table.

“Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast?”

“Sorry, honey. Stomach’s upset. I have a few calls to make. Please don’t disturb me.” He ignored her indignant huffs as he left the room.

Back in the study, he phoned someone who’d expressed an interest in one of his foreign ventures. “Rick, John Jarity here. I think I’ve found the answer to your problems.”

***

Ed Dawkins checked his cell, and his pulse instantly sped up. It always did when Veronica phoned. She still made him crazy, both with love and with anguish. “Hiya, gorgeous.”

“Eddie, that awful man called. We have to do something. He isn’t playing around.” The fear in her voice went straight to his gut.

“Slow down, kitten. Tell me what you’re talking about.”

“The guy from the casino. Mr. Morgan. He says if I know what’s good for me, I’ll pay the money like yesterday.”

The jelly doughnut he’d just eaten roiled in his stomach.

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