CrossFire by Jeanete Windle

Author:Jeanete Windle
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780825441431
Publisher: Kregel Publications

CHAPTER NINETEEN

You know, if I had a wife, she’d never put up with this kind of hours.” Kyle Martin belched, tossing aside the box his McDonald’s Big Mac had come in. The Golden Arches had recently come to Santa Cruz, and while it wasn’t exactly fine dining, it was one of the few places in the city where you could get cooked food quickly and at any hour. Which happened to be almost midnight, at the moment.

Doug Bradford set his coffee cup down hard enough to splash its contents onto a pile of communication intercepts. “If I had a wife, I wouldn’t be working this kind of hours.”

Kyle winced, cursing himself for being such an insensitive fool. He knew Bradford’s story as well as he knew the file on every man in this office.

But Doug’s face showed nothing but mild interest in the readout he’d picked up to compare with the report in his other hand. He skimmed through the two recorded cell-phone conversations, then dropped both readouts onto the rest of the stack with a yawn. “Well, I don’t see anything here that couldn’t have waited until tomorrow. I’m heading out. And don’t expect me any too early in the morning. I was up to all hours last night too.”

Removing his feet from the top of Kyle’s desk, he stood up and stretched. Kyle reached out a lanky arm to start gearing down his computers. “Yeah, I’m heading off too. Enough is enough. If I hadn’t promised to check those Brazilian Interpol records for Ramon, I’d have been off hours ago. What we really need around here is another one of me!” But his complacent glance around the research office, spotlessly neat except for the disarray of reports that Doug had left on a chair, showed strong doubt that the U.S. government could come up with another of him. Besides, if anyone back in Washington thought he’d allow just any numskull who called himself an intelligence analyst into his territory . . .

Kyle suddenly slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Oh, great, I forgot all about that Vargas name you asked me to run through this morning!”

Doug yawned again, hugely. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Tomorrow will be soon enough. It’s probably nothing, anyway.”

“No, that’s what I forgot to tell you. I had that done before I started on Ramon’s. You want it before you go?” His fingers were already dancing over the keyboard, calling a file onto the screen.

“Sure, why not.” Grabbing a chair, Doug pulled it close to the computer. “Anything there?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.” A newspaper headline was coming onto the screen now with two neat columns of print underneath. Kyle swiveled his desk chair around to face Doug.

“There wasn’t much to go on,” he said apologetically. “The guy’s file is squeaky clean—at least as far as drugs go. But I tracked down that informant who did the initial report two years ago. Just on the phone, but he remembered Vargas

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