[BAD 07] - Silent Truth (51 page)

Hunter walked into the offices in the Bat Tower overlooking downtown Nashville that housed the BAD agency.

He doubted this meeting would be casual considering Tee was joining Joe to give Hunter their decision on his future.

“Joe and Tee are waiting,” Danya said when he stepped through the doors into the reception area. He’d heard about a new hire for the offices. Average-looking except for the spiked red hair and blaring yellow skirt with a black sweater, she sat behind a desk tapping at a computer.

“Thanks. Gotthard here, too?”

“In the back conference room with Rae, uh, working on the memorial,” Danya answered, a halfhearted smile on her lips. The quick downcast of her eyes back to whatever she was working on reflected the general mood after they’d lost one of their own.

Korbin had died saving the lives of thousands of people.

Including Todd, Pia, and Barrett.

Hunter thanked him daily for their lives. He’d never be able to repay that debt. He
would
keep an eye out for Rae and watch her back if he gained his freedom again. He was glad to have cleared the air with Korbin before this happened, but that didn’t make his loss any easier.

Pushing forward, he turned down the hall to Joe’s
office, which connected with Tee’s.

Rae came around the corner at the other end, barreling forward on long sweeping strides, head down. She must have sensed him when he stopped walking. She looked up and slowed a step, then picked up speed.

“Rae, I’m sorry about—”

“Save it.” She only glanced at him for a microsecond.

Long enough for him to see that nothing would repair the damage inside her. Losing Korbin had torn her in ways Hunter understood, but she wouldn’t want to hear it.

Not right now and not from him.

He reached Joe’s office door and entered.

Tee stood behind Joe’s desk. The glance of acknowledgment she gave him reminded Hunter of an executioner sizing up a condemned man’s neck. “Joe was called away.”

Most people might foolishly think having only Tee, a petite Vietnamese woman with fine features and gorgeous eyes, would play into Hunter’s favor.

Those would be the people who had no inkling of Tee’s background or abilities. Those who were deceived by a woman in four-inch heels who just reached his shoulders and turned the electric-blue skirt suit she wore into an erotic statement.

She could handle a man twice her size and kill with the paper clip she held in her delicate fingers.

“Still want to talk?” Hunter knew the answer, but someone had to make the next move.

“Of course.” She finished clipping the document and placed it carefully on the corner of Joe’s desk. Everything about her was careful, calculated, and controlled.

“Have a seat,” she said, moving to the front of Joe’s
desk, where she leaned a hip.

That had not been a suggestion but an order.

“Didn’t think this would take that long.” He sat down in the office chair facing her.

“You in a hurry?” she asked.

“Depends on what you and Joe have decided.”

“We haven’t.”

Ah, hell.
They were going to lock him up and make him sweat out their decision. If he tried to disappear, they’d simply go get Abbie, who couldn’t leave her mother’s bedside now that she was improving. They both were.

Hunter owed a few more thanks, like to Dr. Murphy from Johns Hopkins, who’d determined Abbie hadn’t been given anything really harmful. Jackson had lied. Big surprise.

Abbie had gone home with her mother. Hunter wanted to see her so much his body ached from missing her.

He’d never been passive in his life and wasn’t starting now. “Why haven’t you made a decision yet?”

“We can’t agree.”

He leaned forward. “On?”

“I was ready to take you out of the field.”

She hadn’t said “permanently,” but this was Tee, so that was a given. He had no idea what he could say to sway her, so he waited for her to continue.

“Joe and Retter understand why you did what you did. It’s not that I don’t understand. It’s that I don’t care. I only care about our missions and our agents.”

He had nothing to gain by trying to bullshit her. “You’re right. No one should take the autonomy I did.”

She angled her head a fraction and raised one fine
black eyebrow. “Why didn’t you realize that before now?”

“I wanted to kill the person who had taken Eliot from me.” He hadn’t expected to be talking about this, but he owed Joe and Retter for blowing the chance they’d given him to prove he could be a part of the team. If Joe was willing to speak up for him then Hunter could tell Tee the truth. “That was rage speaking. Eliot would have been pissed if he’d known. He wouldn’t care about stopping one assassin for payback. He worked for BAD to stop groups like the Fratelli, to make this country safe for the people he loved. I’ve finally realized I was actually doing a disservice to him and what he lived for by going after one assassin. If he was standing here today he’d kick my ass across this building and back for losing sight of the big picture.”

She didn’t speak, just kept piercing him with a stiletto-pointed gaze, so he continued.

“Regardless of what you decide, I’d like to attend Korbin’s memorial. I don’t know if he’s got any family, but I’m in if we’re doing something for them.” He wasn’t going to flaunt his money and say he’d cover it all. That would insult the rest of the team. He’d pay his share. That’s what a team member would do.

“I wouldn’t have believed it,” she murmured.

“What? That I could be honest?”

“No, that you could change my mind.” Her lips curved softly into a smile with only a hint of evil hiding. “You’re back on the team, but what about this Abbie? She’s in the media. Not our favorite people.”

“She lost her job with the media.”

“Make sure she doesn’t get another one.”

“How do you expect me to do that?”

“I don’t care how you do it.” Tee got up and walked around the desk, then leaned forward with her hands supporting her. “She knows about you and what you do.”

“She’s not going to say anything,” Hunter argued. “She doesn’t know anything about this location, the name of our organization, nothing that she could tell anyone, even if she would, which she won’t.”

“You sound pretty certain.”

“I
am
certain. I trust her with my—”

“Life?” Tee smirked.

Hunter didn’t have to think before answering this time. “Yes.”

“Really.” Tee straightened away from the desk and crossed her arms. “Did you get a new safe house?”

“Yes.”

“Going to share that location with us?”

“Not unless you want to be tied to the fallout if the CIA ever finds out about my houseguest.”

“No, we don’t, which is why we never pressed you before. Anyone else know about the location?”

“No.”

“But Eliot knew, didn’t he?”

Hunter shrugged. “Yes. What’s your point?”

“You don’t trust Abbie, so I don’t trust her. How do you plan to assure us she isn’t going to be a threat to our security?”

You need plenty of fluids.” Abbie held the cup so her mother could take a sip of vitamin-infused water. Dr. Murphy had released her mother two days ago to
come home.

Abbie’s apartment still stank of tear gas, which reminded her of the deep fear she’d lived through. She’d packed a bag of clothes she washed as soon as she reached her mother’s house.

Her mother took the cup from her hand. “Don’t ignore me, Abigail. This is the first chance we’ve had to talk without Hannah in the room. What happened? Why did you lose your job?”

“Because the station is still spinning this to fix the backlash from me being involved when Gwen Wentworth was shot. They gave me a chance to save my name if I’d write an exclusive on my ordeal. I refused. When I started, I thought I’d like working for television, but I don’t want to share intimate details of what happened to me, so I can’t see myself asking someone else to do that. My reputation is shot in television.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“The only upside is that I hated working for a scumbag.” She smiled at her mother. “But I did hear some good news. Brittany’s grandfather fired Stuey. And I did get an offer from a regional magazine to report on Chicago’s who’s who in business and where they’re seen around town. They seem to think since I was seen with a Thornton-Payne I must be ‘in the know.’ ” She did the air quotes with her fingers. Filming documentaries might not happen in this lifetime with the dark cloud hanging over her television career.

“Oh.”

“Why do you sound disappointed, Mom?” Not that Abbie was doing backflips over this job offer or that she believed anyone in the Thornton-Payne league would
ever speak to her, but it was a paying gig if she got it and meant reporting on the cream of the corporate world.

She might run into a Thorton-Payne, as in Todd, but not Hunter. The tug of pain caught her by surprise again.

“What about that idea you had to film children at different times in their lives for a couple—”

“No.” Abbie had once thought about creating video scrapbooks for parents. She’d saved the idea to start with her own family, because filming documentaries had always been her true passion. What was the chance she’d ever have little ones of her own? Zilch if she couldn’t have a family with the man she loved.

Falling for Hunter proved trust and love didn’t go hand in hand as she’d always believed.

Worse, she still loved that bastard.

He’d said he loved her, but he hadn’t trusted her.

She couldn’t accept one without the other and Hunter lived a life that didn’t allow for opening himself up totally to a woman.

“You’re awake.” Hannah strolled into the bedroom eating a dish of ice cream and carrying a second one she handed to her mother.

“I don’t get one?” Abbie asked, annoyed.

“You’ve got laundry to do.” Hannah shoved another spoonful in her mouth and moaned.

“I thought you wanted to stay a size six.” Abbie grabbed for the bowl. Hannah stuck it high in the air.

“Plumping up a few curves didn’t hurt you. I’ll take someone like that Hunter guy you were running around with anytime.”

Over my dead body.
Abbie clamped her lips shut to keep from speaking her thoughts.

“Besides, Dr. Murphy said to be careful what you ate for a few days.” Hannah stepped back and lowered the bowl to mouth level, watching Abbie for any sudden moves.

“I’m fine. I didn’t get the crap Mom had. Dr. Murphy meant I shouldn’t eat anything abrasive to my stomach.” She glared at Hannah.

“Okay, all right. I’ll get you a bowl.” Hannah left.

Thin fingers touched Abbie’s hand. She turned to her mother, whose eyes were watery. “I’m sorry you were hurt—”

“Mom, you didn’t do anything wrong. You only gave birth to him. You didn’t raise Royce to be a killer. Sigmund Jack did that to him and he put you in danger. You were set up from the beginning.” Abbie would have nightmares forever about thinking she was going to die with no way to stop the killer or save her mother. “I was more scared for you. I still shake when I think about how close we came to losing you. If they hadn’t sedated Royce so heavily, he’d have committed suicide
before
Dr. Murphy had a chance to do the transfusion.”

“I would have done anything to keep you safe,” her mother said. “Sigmund threatened the one thing that would keep me from ever telling about him or my son when he said he’d kill you if I did. Or if I pointed a finger at the Kore Women’s Center.”

Abbie couldn’t imagine being given that choice. She’d have fought the world to protect a child… which she’d never have to worry about since she was never getting
married.

“Abbie, uh…” Hannah called from the bedroom door.

“I don’t see a bowl of ice cream in your hand,” Abbie pointed out, though she laughed to lighten her accusation.

“Yeah, well, you might not have time to eat it.”

“Why?”

“There’s a man at the door asking for you. When I wouldn’t let him talk to you unless he told me what he wanted, he said there’s a private jet waiting on you at Midway Airport. He’s driving a stretch, and I mean
stretch,
limousine. He has a sealed envelope for you.”