The Bones Of Odin (Matt Drake Book 1) by Leadbeater David

Author:Leadbeater, David [Leadbeater, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-01-15T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

LAS VEGAS

Alicia Myles watched the multi-billionaire, Colby Taylor, as he sat on the expansive floor of one of the many apartments he owned through fake companies, this particular one was twenty two flights above Las Vegas Boulevard. One entire wall was glass, giving a fantastic view of the Bellagio fountains and the golden lights of the Eiffel Tower.

Colby Taylor didn’t give it a second glance. He was enwrapped in his latest acquirement, Odin’s Wolves, that he’d spent two hours carefully piecing together. Alicia prowled over to him, stripped her clothes off one by one until she was naked, and then bent down until her eyes were level with his, a foot off the ground.

Money and danger were the two things that got her off. The money of Colby Taylor—megalomaniac extraordinaire—and the danger from the delicious knowledge that her boyfriend, Milo, that big, powerful bruiser from Vegas, actually loved her.

“You going to take a break, boss?” she asked breathily.

Taylor looked her over. “I guess.”

Alicia looked away, taking in the glittering lights of the Strip as they spread out before her. “Take your time. If you can.”

“How’s it going with Parnevik?” Taylor enunciated his question with grunts.

“Soon as you are done,” Alicia answered in her clipped English tones. “I’m going to get everything we need.”

“Information is power, Myles. We need to know what they know. We’re ahead, for now. But the valkyries and the eyes—they are the . . . real prizes.”

Alicia tuned it out. The droning. The grunting. The obsessing. She might live for danger and money, but she had no real agenda save for constant stimulation. The journey was everything for her, not the destination. The present journey tuned out the past, made all the terrible noise of it go away. She had the skills and the charm to take whatever she wanted, which she did every day, without thought or regret. Her days as an elite member of the British Army had been mere preparation. Her missions in Afghanistan and Lebanon had been simple homework.

This was her play, her means to self-sufficiency. This time with Colby Taylor and his army was fun, but soon the Germans would offer the bigger pay day—Abel Frey represented real-world power, not Colby Taylor. Mix that with the heady danger of having the ever-loving Milo close by, and she saw nothing but fabulous fireworks on her horizon.

She gazed over the Strip, recognizing the ultimate power in those flashing lights and grand casinos, and took the small distractions Colby Taylor had to offer, all the while thinking about Matt Drake and the woman she’d seen him with.

*

She entered the guest bedroom of the apartment to find Professor Roland Parnevik tied spreadeagled to the bed exactly as she’d left him. With a flush in her cheeks she cried Geronimo! and jumped onto the mattress to land beside the old man.

She bounced on her knees and ripped the silver duct tape off his lips. “You ready to spill the beans, Prof?” She laughed like a maniac, and leapt off the bed.

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