The Spy Who Loves Me by Julie Kenner

Author:Julie Kenner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2004-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

Albert Alcott watched as Monahan, Schnell, and Kline paced the situation room. Something was going on. Something big.

The door burst open, and Brandon Kline walked out, his face marked in shadows. Albert saved his work and pushed back from the computer desk. Natalie, the woman who worked in the cubicle next to him, lifted an eyebrow, but Albert ignored her. In his position breaks were strictly scheduled, but he had a feeling this was about Amber Robinson and he wanted to know the story.

As Brandon pushed through the double doors that led into the lobby, Albert followed.

The phone rang, and the receptionist snatched it up. “Machismo,” she said. “What kind of adventure can we take you on today?” After a pause, she spoke again, her tone only slightly altered. “Yes, sir. I’ll transfer you now,” she said, and Albert saw her press a button on the phone’s third row, thereby securing the line between the agent and his contact in-house.

The elevator doors were sliding open when Al caught up to Brandon. “Kline,” he said, gasping for breath.

Brandon turned, his expression blank.

“Was that about Amber?”

Brandon didn’t say anything for what felt like a full minute, and Al began to wonder if the guy was just going to get on the elevator and head back out into the world. A world Al hadn’t seen for well over a year now.

“You’re Alcott,” he finally said.

Al nodded. “I saw”—he waved his hand in a circle—“all of that. Is Amber okay?”

“What’s it to you?”

Al shrugged. “I like her, is all.” He could understand Brandon’s hesitation. Amber had been the one who’d caught him. She’d single-handedly plucked a million bucks out of his fingers—figuratively, anyway. But Al didn’t hold a grudge. Especially considering the other folks who’d been after him for the same money. Joey Malone would have just killed him. With Amber, he’d been able to strike a deal.

He might not have his freedom, but he had his life. And, he had to admit, the work was interesting, even if he did have to live in a tiny room in the basement.

After what seemed like forever, Brandon nodded, jerking his head sideways to indicate the conference room just off the lobby.

“What’s your assignment, Alcott?” he asked, closing the door behind them.

Al wasn’t supposed to share that information with anyone. “Data entry,” he said. “Intelligence. The watch list.”

“Mackenzie?” Brandon asked.

Al nodded, realizing they were getting to the meat of it.

“What about Prometheus?” Brandon asked.

Al frowned. “Never heard of it.” The answer was the God’s honest truth, but Brandon looked skeptical. And Al made a mental note to find out everything he could about something called Prometh—Promethi-what?

“I’m putting my ass on the line telling you this.”

Al nodded, solemn. He didn’t doubt that what Brandon said was true. But he wasn’t too sympathetic. Al knew perfectly well that Brandon wasn’t going to confide out of the goodness of his heart. He’d only share information if he thought Al might be useful.

“Amber was watching Diana Traynor,” Brandon said.

Al nodded; that much he already knew.

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