pdf - Eye of the Storm.PDF by Linda Eberharter

Author:Linda Eberharter
Language: eng
Format: epub

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"Where in the hell are they?" Ren paced the main room of the Lodge. He'd been back in Sanctuary for two hours and the weather had deteriorated measurably. He hadn't flown through one of the worst storms in Idaho history to arrive and find Keely out in it, risking her sweet neck.

"They're fine." Quinn Jones, the third in command at SSI behind him and Trey, sat in a leather club chair in front of the huge stone fireplace, nursing a pre-dinner scotch.

"Each and every time I sounded the alarm on them in the past week, we found them safe and sound. They just forget the time while they're working. By the way, what are they working on? Is it a secret?" The older man took a sip of his scotch, his narrowed gaze fixed accusingly on Ren.

Ren winced. He'd kept Quinn out of the loop. Keely's talk of spies had him being extra-cautious. Not that he suspected Quinn, but the less the older man or anyone knew about what Keely and Tweeter were doing to upgrade the early warning security for Sanctuary, the better. Ren didn't want the spy coming across the information and then trailing after Keely and Tweeter and ambushing them. A sniper's bullet could travel a long way and could not be defended against.

He moved to sit in the chair next to his long-time friend. "It's a secret for now. Not even Trey knows." Quinn relaxed his affronted posture at that admission. "I'm concerned about the other problem I told you about." He'd spoken at length to Quinn from South America about the potential of a mole on Sanctuary—and the need to know where Keely was at all times in order to protect her.

"The little gal has been burning the candle at both ends." Quinn eyed him over his glass. "She's doing deep background checks on the new recruits—three of them in particular. I have to say, she has good instincts. The same three she's suspicious of smelled hinky when I first met them. They look good on paper, but if they are ex-US

Special Forces, I'll eat my saddle." Quinn was an old cowboy from Texas, even the Marines couldn't train the country boy out of him.

Ren leaned in closer. His voice low, he asked, "Which three? And what do you think they are?"

Quinn glanced around the room. His gaze zeroed in on a spot in a side room open to the great room where the billiard and game tables were located. Most of the Lodge's activity was centered there at this time of the day since Scotty didn't serve food until six o'clock on the dot.

Ren turned casually following the line of Quinn's stare. He found six men hanging around the pool table. A boisterous game of eight-ball was in progress. Trey and Vanko were there along with four new men. "Which of them is Keely looking at?"

"Rod Bannon, he's next to Trey. Jose Vences, the guy taking a shot. Tripp Jordan, standing behind Vences.

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