The Red Ledger [6] by Meredith Wild

Author:Meredith Wild [Wild, Meredith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642630275
Publisher: Waterhouse Press
Published: 2018-11-12T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Isabel

I wake up to an empty bed and the quiet murmur of voices beyond the bedroom door. I dress quickly and go to the living room, where Tristan, Mateus, and Townsend are all gathered. It looks like they’re in the middle of an intense strategy session, judging by their pensive stares and the empty coffee cups littering the table.

I scrub my fingers through my mussed hair. “What’s going on?”

Tristan rises from the couch and comes to me. “Medina called first thing this morning.”

My heart lurches. “And? Did we get the meeting?”

“We got something else.”

Townsend leans back into the couch and props his feet on the table. “Hope you’ve got more than one party dress, cupcake.”

I glare at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Tristan releases a tense sigh. “Ignore him. And you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It may be too dangerous. Correction, it is too dangerous.”

“Tristan.”

Mateus shoots him a hard look that’s immediately returned.

“What? What is it?” I ask, desperate to be clued in.

“He didn’t confirm a meeting, but he’s invited you and Mateus to a yacht party being held tonight. Soloman should be there.”

“And who else?”

Tristan shrugs. “I have no idea, but Townsend and I are going to head down to the marina soon to find out more. It’s supposed to leave around eight, just after sunset.”

“Okay, he’ll be in public. Surrounded by people. We knew this was his MO.”

Tristan lets out a caustic laugh. “Yeah, we weren’t expecting him to be on a goddamn boat. I’m struggling to think of a worse setup for a hit.”

“But Mateus and I will be on the boat.”

“Ford too,” Mateus adds. “One security detail is permitted.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Tristan says. “Even if you get a window to take him out, you’ve got no escape route. You’re on a boat in the middle of the ocean with a bunch of witnesses.”

I go to the couch and pour myself the cup of coffee I badly need to get my brain in gear for this conversation.

Townsend shifts his boots to the side and slides the tiny pitcher of creamer my way. I take it without making eye contact.

“You’re welcome,” he mutters.

Go to hell, I answer silently.

I ignore him and try to wrap my head around this development. “This may be our only chance,” I say. “We have to try to make it work.”

“Everyone who gets on the boat needs to be prepared to make the hit,” Townsend says.

Tristan takes the seat beside me. “Mateus can’t be implicated, and I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Ford gets paid for. That leaves Isabel, who may well be recognized.” He rubs his forehead vigorously again. “We shouldn’t force this. We can wait for another meeting.”

“Tristan, we’ve already agreed. The time is now.”

Mateus’s voice is firm, which gives me hope. The Medina meeting worked. We can pull this off too.

I take a sip of my coffee and set it down. “Okay, let’s say we go to the party and nothing happens. We don’t get an opening.

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