Double Dare (11 page)

“Oh, no, ma’am.” He smiled at her. “Judy Meyer took a shift, then Cynthia Pratt did one. I just took back over from her.”

Judy Meyer? She was supposed to be observing Barone. “Anything to report?”

“Not a thing, so far, ma’am.” He straightened his shoulders. “But I’m not slacking.”

Maggie smiled, liking him. “I’m counting on that.” She walked on. “Darcy, what happened to Judy Meyer being on Barone?”

“Relieved. He asked her what the hell she was doing following him. Franklin Walker replaced her.”

Will stepped out of the elevator nearest the escalator. He’d put on a fresh uniform shirt and shaved. “Maggie, what’s up?”

Smelling his cologne, she walked with him out of earshot. “Do any of the security codes change by automatic rotator?”

“Not so far as I know.”

“Is there a way to change the codes without going to the keypads on the individual locks?”

A tiny piece of tissue stuck to Will’s cheek where he’d nicked himself shaving. “You can change most of them through the master system lockbox.”

That had to be what happened, then. “Take me to it.”

Worry flickered across his face. “What’s going on, Maggie?”

“I’ll explain on the way. I need to get to that lockbox.”

“It’s down on Level One.” He took her down the service elevator to Level One, then to the security office. They rounded the marble counter and walked past the desks to the very back, far right corner.

Will stopped in front of a door with a keypad lock and punched in his code. The door didn’t open.

“What the hell?” He tried it again.

Still nothing.

“You’re going to have to go to Barone,” Darcy said.

Maggie cursed. “Try it one more time, Will.” She really didn’t want to go to Barone. He’d have her answering questions, or trying to, for the next hour.

Will tried his code a third time. The faint beep sounded on all the numbers except the last. “No luck.”

Damn it. That was it, then. She had no choice. Thumbing the catch, she unhooked the walkie-talkie and depressed the transmit button. “Linda?”

“Linda Diel.”

“Would you ask Mr. Barone to come to the security office please?”

“Of course, Captain Holt.”

Maggie didn’t want Will and Barone in the same room, not until she found out the truth. “Will, go up and relieve Dr. Crowe and send him down here. If anything biological is involved, I’m going to need him.”

“Will do, Maggie.” He took off, and a scant four minutes later, Justin arrived.

“Will says you need me down here,” he said to Maggie.

“I wanted Will and Barone separated, and you down here,” she corrected him. “Something is definitely amiss and if it’s bio, you’re my man.”

His eyes sparkled. “Absolutely.”

Barone took a very long additional three minutes to walk the two doors down. Adding insult to injury, he looked well rested, groomed to perfection, and irritated at being summoned. “What is your problem, Captain Holt?”

Major shift. His responsibility had become her problem. Very interesting. Morgan’s warnings about sudden behavioral shifts again ran through Maggie’s mind and the “he could be one of Kunz’s doubles” alarm sounded in her mind. She played a hunch. “The rotator on the security system has changed all the codes. I need the new ones.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I need the new security codes,” she repeated, not risking a look at Justin. “The rotator has changed them.”

Barone gave her a tight smile. “Captain, you’re mistaken.”

“Oh, did you change them, then?”

“No, I did not.” He walked around her to the lockbox door. “Nothing has been done to change the security codes and there is no automatic rotator on Santa Bella’s system. You’re mistaken.”

He looked and sounded sincere. Maggie didn’t trust him, or fully trust her judgment about him, but the possibility of him offering a resolution to the problem had come to a deadend. “Kate, I need gear.”

“I’m grabbing it now,” she answered into Maggie’s earpiece. “Give me two minutes.”

“Captain Holt?” Barone crossed his arms. “Would you please explain what you’ve done to my security system?”

“I haven’t done anything to it, Mr. Barone,” she said. “But it appears that someone has changed all of your security codes.”

Shock too raw not to be genuine registered on his face. “That’s impossible. How could this happen and we not know it?”

“I can’t yet answer that,” Maggie said.

His voice turned angry, doubtful. “You must be mistaken, Captain.”

Arguing with him would be futile. “Fine, Mr. Barone.” She motioned to the lockbox door. “Would you open this please?”

He shot her a frosty glare laced with disdain, then shouldered her out of his way and coded the lock.

Nothing happened.

He tried again.

Still nothing happened.

Stepping back, he turned his temper on Will, just as Maggie feared he would. “Will Stanton must have done this. Where is he?”

“No,” Maggie said sharply, her jaw and voice tight. “We know for fact Will has done nothing.”

“Then what’s happened?” Barone shouted. “I demand an explanation.”

Thank God Will couldn’t hear the conversation or else he’d be ticked off enough to tell Barone to shove the job and walk out. Barone could go, but Maggie needed Will. She stepped closer to Barone, bent on cooling things down. “We’re attempting to determine that now, Mr. Barone. We’ll report our findings to you as soon as possible. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll get back to the investigation.”

Kate came in swinging her gear pack and pushed Barone aside. “Move over, please. I need room to maneuver.”

Barone automatically backed up, but he ignored Maggie’s dismissal.

Kate dropped the gear bag. “You need help?”

“I think I can manage.” Maggie nodded. “If not, I’ll yell.”

“Okay, then. I’ll be back at Center Court.”

“Thanks.” Maggie watched her go, and then went to work on the lock.

Through her earpiece, she heard Kate radio Darcy. “Find something for Barone to do to get him out of their way, will you?”

“Send him to me,” Amanda suggested. “The kids are having a great time in the snow. Maybe he’ll get whacked with a stray snowball or something.”

“We can but hope,” Justin whispered.

Maggie hid a smile behind her hand. “Mr. Barone,” Maggie said. “My associate at Center Court, Captain West, would like to consult with you on something.”

“Of course.” He stared at Maggie. “I expect a full report on this—and a satisfactory explanation. Security of this facility is Will Stanton’s responsibility.”

True to form, Barone shifted blame, covering his ass. Disgusting slug.

Justin looked as if he’d like to knock Barone down a notch or two just for general principles, but he bit his tongue and ignored Barone’s crisp nod.

When Barone walked out, Kate grunted, the sound carrying through the earpiece. “That man’s underwear must be too tight.”

Maggie looked back at Justin and grinned.

“Miracles do happen,” Justin said. “Maggie’s showing me her teeth, and she’s not snarling.”

“Impossible.” Darcy sounded adamant, then ruined it by laughing.

Maggie pulled out something sharp and pointed it at Justin. “Not one more word or I’ll sic Kate on you. All I have to do is mention Aruba.”

“What happened in Aruba?” Justin asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” Kate said, her disgust evident.

Darcy filled Justin in. “Kate and Nathan’s romantic vacation got preempted by Kunz’s goons planting explosives on a federal installation.”

Justin sighed, watching Maggie work. “Bet the goons regretted it.”

“Oh, yeah,” Darcy said.

Her tone had Justin speculating. “She shot them didn’t she?” he asked no one in particular. “Never mind. Stupid question. Of course, she shot them.”

“Shut up, Justin,” Maggie muttered. “I’m focusing.”

“I knew it,” he muttered. “She shot the goons for screwing up her vacation.”

“Crowe.” Kate practically growled. “Drop Aruba. Final warning.”

The door popped open.

Darcy let out a swooshed breath.

“Whoa, baby!” Maggie threw up her arms. “Stand back.”

A full brick of C-4 explosives.

“Colonel, give notice up the chain of command and to the Threat Integration Center. Alert the local First Responders, Darcy.”

“I don’t have visual. What is it?” Colonel Drake asked. “What did you find?”

Maggie shook. “Enough C-4 to blow up the facility and leave one hell of a crater.” She moved around the edge of the doorway, fully into the lockbox. “And a triggering de
vice. Kate, I know you’re hovering outside the security office door, just in case I needed you. Come take a look at this.”

Bio and weaponry systems, not explosives, was Maggie’s area of expertise. Kate had the fix on explosives and triggering devices.

Kate stepped into the lockbox and followed Maggie’s lead. “It’s set to trigger when someone opens the short-stack door, Colonel,” Kate said.

“Can you disarm it?” Darcy asked. “Or do I need to bring in a bomb squad?”

“It’s rudimentary,” Kate said. “If you like, I can have it disarmed in two, maybe three minutes.”

“Thanks,” Maggie said. “Go ahead.” She turned her attention to Darcy. “I want this area cleared and a disposal team on standby. As soon as Kate clears the device, I want these explosives out of the facility.”

“HAZMAT is en route now. Judy Meyer’s vacating the admin wing.”

Security and Matt Elden’s HAZMAT team were getting a real workout on this mission.

“Watch for a backup trigger, Kate,” Maggie reminded her.

“Definitely,” Amanda added. “Remember, this is Kunz.”

“Oh, yeah. And he loves redundancies.” Kate grimaced and kept working. “I’m all over it.”

Maggie heard a strange sound and looked over at Justin. He was green around the gills. She moved over, clasped his arm. “Justin, are you all right?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He gave himself a shake. “It’s just—damn, Maggie. You expect C-4 on a battlefield, not at the shopping mall. Maybe for you it’s typical, but for me…The man who’d do this is crazy.”

“Oh, no, Justin. No,” Maggie assured him. “Thomas Kunz is many things, but he’s not crazy.” She knew what he meant about the shock of it, too. “It isn’t typical for S.A.S.S., either. It’s just that we’ve come to know to expect the worst from him, and he always delivers it.”

Maggie rubbed circles on Justin’s shoulder and dropped her voice. “Breathe slow and deep, okay? You’re hyperventilating.”

“Oh, hell.” He grumbled and groused. “This is humiliating.”

Maggie found this side of him totally endearing. “If you weren’t worried, I’d be checking your pulse. But don’t worry about this device.” Maggie nodded toward the lockbox. “Kate is hands-down the best there is at explosive devices.”

“Piece of cake, Justin.” Kate stuck a wire between her teeth and pinched another with a red-handled set of needle-nose pliers.

“Humiliating,” he muttered.

“No, it’s charming.” Maggie looked at Justin, surprised by the words coming out of her own mouth, surprised by his obviously pleased reaction, and seriously surprised—and worried—about the bonding going on between them. Amazing for that to happen—especially here and now, under these conditions—but moments of high intensity often brought out the most intense emotions.

And why that reassured her when it should scare her to death, Maggie couldn’t say. But it did. Morgan had been right. She’d said the human spirit and connections binding people were stronger than any crisis. Still, the comfort that came with knowing it was nothing short of a miracle.

Had Justin picked up on that? She looked up at him.

“Justin?” Her voice faded. She had no idea how to put her feelings into words.

“Yes, Maggie?” His voice sounded thick.

He’d picked up on it. Definitely. Yet Maggie lost her nerve in wanting to share it openly with him. “Never mind.”

“Me, too,” he said in a quiet voice she had to strain to hear.

Her heart lurched, then went tight and pounded. Terrified by the intensity, she didn’t even consider saying more.

Justin went on, clearly troubled on Maggie’s behalf. “You awe me, Maggie.”

She had to make herself look at him, knowing the pain clouding her heart would show in her eyes. “No. No, I don’t. I can’t.” Her voice weakened to a thread of sound. “Not after what I’ve done. Who I am.”

Talk and radio transmissions stopped on a dime. The S.A.S.S. members were a tight unit, close and surrogate family, forced together not by blood relation but by the work’s secretive nature. The unit members held few secrets from each other, and yet until this moment, none of them had realized the depth of Maggie’s shame. None of them had known that she feared herself for what she’d destroyed with that fire. And what she had destroyed was her own sense of worth as a human being.

“No, Maggie,” Justin said. Pain, raw and familiar, flashed over his face. He knew her revelation had rattled her and everyone else, hitting too close, and he wanted to ease the tension and make her comfortable. “You’re a far better woman than you think.”

“I’m not.” She looked up at him, the truth in her eyes. “I’m far worse than you think.”

“You’re wrong,” he said. “And that’s a promise.”

“It’s out!” Kate announced. “Good damn thing no one opened that door.”

“Wouldn’t that have been suicide?” Justin asked, trying to refocus.

“Yes,” Kate said with a shrug. “It’s happened before.”

Now the horror in that response was genuine, and Maggie waited, but none of the other S.A.S.S. members acknowledged it, so she responded to Justin. “Actually, it would have been a homicide bomber who also killed himself, and it’s a frequent occurrence in and outside groups of extremists.”

Anger and bitterness seeped into Justin’s voice. “What kind of man arranges suicide and mass murder for a capabilities demonstration?”

Maggie felt an odd hitch in her chest. Desperation. Greed. Extreme beliefs. Could be a lot of things, or nothing at all. It could be a guy, or a woman who’s just tired of getting kicked around by life and wants it over. And Thomas Kunz knew how to find that person and use him. “Determined minds have spent years trying to figure that out, but there is no answer, Justin, and you’ll just make yourself nuts trying to come up with one that makes sense. It doesn’t make sense. That’s the answer. You have to accept it and let it go.”