Jury Town by Frey Stephen

Author:Frey, Stephen [Frey, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781477827697
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

GOOCHLAND, VIRGINIA

“Do we get David Racine or not?” Cameron asked as he sat down at the small wrought-iron table on the intimate slate patio. A small yard extended in a semicircle out from the slate. Otherwise, the quaint Cape Codder was an oasis in a desert of dense forest.

“We’ll know tomorrow,” she answered, taking three sips of her favorite Merlot. She’d offered Cam a glass of wine, too, as soon as they’d arrived. But he’d declined.

“Why are you so laser focused on David Racine joining Project Archer?” Cameron asked. “Why is he—”

“Ms. Lewis.”

She and Cameron glanced up simultaneously at the sharply dressed, African-American who’d just walked up to them from around one corner of the house. Tall and impressively fit, Dez Braxton was the man Cameron had hired to lead Victoria’s security detail after the attack on Stony Man Mountain. He was a highly decorated ex–Navy SEAL.

“Yes, Dez?”

“You need to move inside,” he answered as he held one long forefinger to the earpiece of his communication device. “I’ve got a number of my people here, but we can’t possibly cover the forest in front of you as well as everything else with any degree of confidence,” he said, pointing to the tree line at the edge of the grass. “You are vulnerable to sniper fire.”

“I’ll be fine,” she answered politely, “but thank you, Dez.”

“Victoria, you need to listen to him.”

“I’m not going to let my life be dictated by—”

“Ms. Lewis,” Braxton cut in, “I need you to go inside right now. A pickup truck is parked on the side of the main road less than half a mile away. No one’s in it, and we have no idea how long it’s been there. We’re running plates as we speak. Please, Ms. Lewis,” he said politely but persistently when she didn’t react, pointing over her shoulder at the patio door. “Let’s go.”

She picked up the glass of wine off the iron table and stalked toward the door. As she was about to go inside, she stopped and turned back. “Dez.”

He glanced up from a text. “Yes?”

“I know you’re just doing your job. I’ll try to be better about listening.”

“Good. Now go.”

“This is already getting to be a major problem.” She eased into the chair behind her study desk—tapping the desk three times gently—as Cameron relaxed into the chair in front. “Now I can’t go out on my patio and enjoy a nice evening?” As she glanced at the broken column inside the gold frame, she slipped the bracelet from her wrist and put it down in the only open spot amidst the clutter. “And my driveway looks like a Beverly Hills Cadillac dealership with all those black Escalades out there.”

“Dez Braxton is the best,” Cameron countered. “He doesn’t usually work outside DC, but I leaned on an old friend up in the District to help get him down here for you. You must listen to him.” Cameron pointed at the bracelet she’d just taken off, the plain silver band from which three pennies hung.

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