The Plagues of Pandora (Matt Drake Book 9) by Leadbeater David

Author:Leadbeater, David [Leadbeater, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Aaron Trent waited for news and stared unknowingly at Agent Claire Collins. The Disavowed had been saddled with this ballbuster a few months ago and had quickly gone from dislike to acceptance to massive respect, and more. At work, she had criticized them all, hauling them well and truly over the coals. At play she had kissed them all, danced with them all, but she had settled on him for something more.

Trent blinked as she met his stare. The smile in her eyes spoke of play but the look on her face was pure work.

“Got a tip,” she said. “The Moose has been spotted at a trailer park off Highway 1, toward San Diego.”

“Already?” Trent stayed suspicious.

“That man’s face was all over the news just a few weeks ago. There’s not a good Angelino wouldn’t give him up after those terror atrocities. I’m surprised it took this long.”

Silk was already at the door. “What are we waiting for?”

A car was waiting, a driver too. The new and improved Razor’s Edge took their seats and sat back, bathed in early morning light. At this time, especially in the hills, Los Angeles was a gift from God, the angels’ own masterpiece in progress as the rising sun threw brushstrokes across the skies. A ball of fire filled the basin, crept across the hills and dappled the trees, creating wonder in all those who jogged or slid early from their beds to watch, or headed for the long commute. Trent, in the window seat, turned his head toward the rising ball and thought of better times.

“The new dawn always makes it better,” Collins said.

“Not always,” Trent said. “There are some tragedies a thousand rising dawns could never fix. But if you think your life is over,” he turned to her, “always take one last look.”

Her eyes sparkled. “You just never know,” she said.

“I’ve heard that said about songs too,” Silk said from the other side of the car. “Susie and I have one of our own.”

“As do Amanda and I.” Radford checked his hair in the mirror. “Shadows of the Night. Pat Benatar. Seems fitting.”

“You Shook Me All Night Long.” Silk grinned. “Very fitting.”

Trent basked in the glow from Collins’ eyes. “Do we have a song?”

Her gaze drifted. Collins was the social butterfly, the dancer, the singer of the group. Trent realized that something like this would be very important to her.

“When we have one, we’ll know,” she said. “We’ll know.”

The vehicle blared its sirens and cut through swathes of traffic. Collins relayed reports as they came in. Trent put his game face on and listened to incoming details as they neared the site.

“They practically emptied an entire precinct,” Collins breathed. “Trailer park’s surrounded. SWAT will arrive three minutes before us, give them time to set up. FBI response teams are en route, and even the goddamn Marines from Camp Pendleton! This is the big one, guys. Ain’t nothing been wanted more in Los Angeles than the head of this murdering bastard.

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