Noble Intentions: Season Three by Ryan L. T

Author:Ryan, L. T. [Ryan, L. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Thrillers, Spies & Politics, Thriller & Suspense, thriller, Mystery & Thrillers, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Literature & Fiction, Espionage
ISBN: 9781491279403
Amazon: 1491279400
Goodreads: 18345263
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2013-05-21T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 35

The room went dark as the last rays of sunlight fell behind the houses across the street. Jack rose and gestured toward the kitchen.

“Let’s go in there for now,” he said. “Getting too dark in here.”

“He’s got lights,” Gloria said.

“Yeah, and if you flip them on the sniper on the roof across the street will have an easy shot.”

Mason turned toward the window. “Where is he?”

“I’m speaking hypothetically,” Jack said.

“Can I get my gun?” Mason said.

Jack still felt unsure about what Mason’s role was in everything that had happened. His being there had been more than coincidental. Jack didn’t know why, though. If he was to make any use of the man, he’d have to at least give off the vibe that he trusted him.

“Get it. Holster it. Don’t dare pull it.”

Mason nodded, picked up his pistol, stuffed it in his holster. He placed two fingers on Gloria’s elbow and led her into the kitchen. She reached out and flipped the light switch on. Jack found the move curious. To him, it had been evident that the home had always been Mason’s and Mason’s alone. The documents upstairs proved that he’d moved in after the divorce. But the way Gloria flipped the switch without having to look told him that she’d spent more time in the house than Mason’s attitude toward her indicated.

“Want a beer, Jack?” Mason said.

He’d only had one, and that had been a couple hours earlier. “Sure, why not.”

“I can fix some dinner,” Gloria said.

Jack nodded and she went to the fridge and pulled out a package of steaks. Jack wondered why Mason had a whole package defrosted.

“I cook in bulk,” Mason said.

Jack hiked his shoulders in the air an inch. Said nothing.

“We’re both spies. We think alike. Just want you to know that no one’s going to be knocking on the door. No spy convention dinner party here tonight.”

“Outside of us, at least.”

Gloria brushed past Jack as she walked to the other side of the kitchen. She slid the knife block out of the way, then stood on the tips of her toes and reached for the top shelf. Her blouse lifted a few inches. A colorful tattoo decorated her lower back. Jack only saw half and couldn’t determine what it was. From what he saw, it appeared to be a butterfly. At that moment, he saw why Mason still allowed Gloria to hang around despite the man’s hatred for his ex.

She set three plates on the counter, reached up again, set down a serving dish. She shuffled to the side, pulled open a drawer with her right hand, reached inside for silverware.

Then she made the wrong move with her left hand.

Jack pulled his gun and aimed it at Mason.

“What the bloody hell, mate?” Mason said. A plume of beer rose into the air as Mason’s arm jutted upward. It splashed on the floor, created a couple small puddles.

“Turn around real slow, Gloria,” Jack said. “I mean it. Slow. Too fast and your ex will have two holes in his stomach.

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