The Alamo by Roland Smith

Author:Roland Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Sleeping Bear Press

The Leopard Stalks

Malak could not stop pacing. She’d spent the night taking short naps, sitting on the floor of the small living room, at the far end of the couch. It would give her a clear shot at the door. Miss Ruby had undoubtedly reported her debriefing of Malak to the rest of the Five. There was a chance they’d decided she had become a liability and would terminate her.

She didn’t think so, but she was in a new arena now.

Malak knew it was paranoid. But it was how she planned to stay alive, by leaving nothing to chance.

The building next to the airstrip was small, air-conditioned, and stocked with food and drink. But she couldn’t concentrate on any of that now. For years she had devoted her life to destroying the ghost cell by rooting out its members one by one. Seeing Angela in Washington and again in Kitty Hawk had thrown her off her game. It was causing her tremendous heartache and she was losing the battle of will she must win to keep herself alive.

The image of a leopard stalking back and forth in a cage was not lost on her. She shook her head, trying to clear it. This building felt like a cage to her. The air conditioning was not keeping pace with the rising Texas heat. She went to the window facing the airstrip and cranked it open slightly. A little breeze blew in but did little to cool down the interior.

Still trying to keep her emotions in neutral, she went into the small bathroom and opened the faucet. The cool water ran over her hands and she dabbed some on her face. It helped a little. The mirror revealed a Malak Tucker she barely recognized. Though she frequently changed hairstyles, the nervous energy she was burning every day had given her face a much leaner look.

She studied the Omega Seamaster watch on her wrist, given to her by President Culpepper. After the explosion at Independence Hall, she removed the tracking device inside it. In her role as the Leopard, J.R. could not know she was alive or where she was. But how many times in the last few days had she considered calling the engraved number on the back of it? Just reach out to him and let this all be over. You’ve done more than your share, Malak Tucker, she would say to herself. J.R. assumed the watch had been destroyed in the explosion. Up until she had taken Bethany from the White House, he had no idea she was even still alive. But though he could no longer know where she was by tracking her watch, she could always call him. Why didn’t she?

Because she still had a job to do.

When she came out of the bathroom, she visibly started. Boone was sitting in the overstuffed chair next to the couch, which Croc now apparently claimed as his own. By reflex she reached for her pistol, and Boone held up a hand to stop her.

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