A Weaver Christmas Gift by Allison Leigh

Author:Allison Leigh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“So that’s it.” Casey stared at a photo of the ramshackle hut situated across the narrow rutted road. The satellite image blazing across the wall in front of him was so clear he could have been standing within touching distance of the hut, rather than several thousand miles away, safe inside an air-conditioned vault deep within Hollins-Winword’s Connecticut compound. “That’s where Jon and Manny died.”

“That’s it.” Tristan got up from where he’d been sitting beside Casey and moved past the computer consoles to stand next to the wall of screens. Currently, the screens were working in tandem to display this one huge image, and even his oversize uncle looked small in comparison as he walked over to stand just below the hut. He stared intently, as if he could see something that Casey and the others gathered together in the room couldn’t.

For the past week, the six members of the investigation team had pored over every speck of data they had concerning the three agents’ activities during the months leading up to when Jon and Manny had died in that Honduran hut.

There was no evidence their cover had been blown. To anyone who’d looked, they’d been three expats cranking out a meager existence alongside the locals in a small, nearly forgotten town. Their true task had been simply to gather intel on a drug lord who’d also been dipping his toes into human trafficking. Nasty stuff. HW had been feeding evidence to the authorities who were supposed to be able to do something about the situation.

There was no hint, no sign, no anything, that explained how, when or why they’d been found out. Nothing to explain the bullets that had struck down Jon and Manny.

It had taken Casey and the rest of their team four full days just to confirm that the two men hadn’t died where their bodies had been discovered, some hundred miles north near San Pedro Sula.

Whoever had killed them had moved their bodies.

Which tended to dispel the theory that the men might have died through some coincidence unrelated to their true mission.

They’d spent the rest of the week trying to unearth the truth, and failing. And now the prevailing sense Casey got from the rest of his team members was that this particular mystery wasn’t going to be solved. At least, not by them.

Not until they found McGregor. Either he’d killed his partners, which seemed unfathomable, or he was in so much danger he couldn’t be found.

Casey didn’t like agreeing with the team’s assessment. But he didn’t have any basis to argue either.

“Okay.” Tristan finally turned to face them. “Wrap it up.” He looked at the only female there. “Theresa, finish the report and have it to me in sixty. I want to be wheels up in sixty-five.”

“Yes, sir.” Theresa de Santos gathered her stack of materials and left the room, followed by the other team members.

They would be dispersing to various corners of the world. Only Casey and his uncle would head back to Weaver.

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