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Authors: Jerri Drennen

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“Charlotte, why don’t you go make some coffee? I have a feeling we’ll be up all night.” JT gave Zack a quick glance.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and left the room.

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Dalton. He said that SUV was located on Highway 97. It looks like they’re headed toward Portland. Do you think they plan to meet up with Terran?”

JT shook his head. “I wish I knew. This isn’t looking good, Zack. I get the feeling something big is going to happen. We need to find out if this Samir character entered the country, and if he did, we need to find him.”

“I’ll call Dalton back and get him on this right away.” He punched in a number and turned to leave the room just as Charlotte returned.

“What are we going to do?” she asked, her forehead creased with concern.

“There’s not much we can do right now. Zack is contacting Z to see if the guy who wrote that letter is in the US.”

“And if he is?”

“Then we need to find out where. We’re going to have to get Homeland Security to locate him and fast. First place I’d look would be Portland since Terran is there.”

“You don’t really think he’s planning to take down some building, do you?”

“I could lie to you, Charlotte, but what would be the point? I think he’s involved in something that could change everything—like 9-11 did. I need to get my hands on a computer so I can find out what’s on this disc.” He sighed. “It could be the key to everything.”

“Cara has one. I’m not sure if it’d have a way to read that.”

“Call her. Ask if she has a small port for a camera’s memory card.”

Charlotte left and came back with her phone. She punched in a number and waited. “I’ll put it on speaker.”

“Hello,” a female voice said, sounding breathless.

“Cara, I need to ask you a question.”

“I’m kind of in the middle of something right now. Can I call you back?”

“No. This is important. I need to know if your computer has a port for a camera’s memory card.”

“What?”

A man’s voice whispered something in the background.

JT looked at Charlotte.

Her cheeks reddened. Cara was with a man. “You need to see if that computer has that slot,” Charlotte said, without JT saying a word. She knew how vital it was to see what was on the disc.

“Okay, okay. Hang on.” Rustling of sheets indicated that she was getting out of bed.

JT rubbed at the stubble on his chin, anxious about this whole thing. If Cara had access, then she was going to have to be brought into the loop about all that was going on. He hoped he could trust her.

“Charlotte,” Cara said. “Yes, my computer has a slot for a small camera disc.”

“Good. We’ll be right over,” JT said, not caring what Charlotte’s friend thought.

“Wait, what? Is that JT?”

“Get rid of your company. We’re on our way over.”

“Wait a minute. I’m in the middle—”

JT took the phone and ended the call. “We need to go now. Time is ticking, and it just might be running out for
some
people.” He took Charlotte’s hand and tugged her toward the door.

“I can’t leave dressed like this.” She dug in her heels.

“We’re going to Cara’s, Charlotte, not out to dinner. Whatever is on this disc is what got your husband killed. We need to find out what it is right now.”

JT led her to the back door. They met Zack outside. “We’re on our way to Charlotte’s friend, Cara’s. She has a computer. I’m going to see what’s on the disc.”

“I’ll stay here and wait. If I learn anything while you’re gone, I’ll call you.”

“All right. We’ll be back as fast as we can.”

In the truck on the way to Cara’s, Charlotte was quiet. JT knew she was trying to digest everything that had happened that evening. It was a lot to take in. Something he did without blinking.

No way could she live this kind of life. So, even if JT wanted to have a relationship with Charlotte, it wouldn’t be good for her. This covert activity was for his Type. The kind that came from broken homes—those who had no real connection to anyone, or like Zack, brought up in the life. Charlotte wasn’t that type, and he couldn’t make her, no matter how much he might want to.

 

* * *

 

At Cara’s door, Charlotte held JT back. “Let me talk to her while you use the computer.”

She rapped on the door.

Cara opened it, looking disheveled and annoyed. “What’s this all about?”

“Let us in and while JT reads the disc, I’ll try to explain.”

Inside, Cara led JT to her computer desk, then turned back to Charlotte. “What’s so important that this couldn’t wait until morning?” She tucked her hands on her hips.

“William Terran is involved in something that could very likely be bad. JT told me that Shaun contacted Homeland Security just weeks before his death. He had something on Terran. They think he was murdered because of it.”

Her friend’s jaw dropped. “What? This is crazy.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but there is something going on, Cara. William is stockpiling a chemical that could be used in making a bomb.”

Cara’s eyes widened, and her hand covered her mouth.

“Exactly. We need to see what my husband had on him. We believe it’s on that disc.”

Charlotte turned to JT, who was inserting the card. She moved closer and what came up on the screen made her knees go weak. It was blueprints of a building’s underground parking garage. The word
charges
were placed strategically here and there.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked over JT’s shoulder.

“Terran plans to bring down the Portland Exchange.”

“But why? I don’t understand.”

JT turned to her. “I don’t either, but do you see the date in the corner?

Charlotte glanced back at the screen and then gasped. “That’s two days from now.”

“Which means we have to find Terran. We need to stop him before he even gets close to that building.”

She couldn’t believe what was happening. The whole thing made no sense. But JT was right. They needed to locate Terran—right away.

“I have William’s private number. Maybe I could call him. Try to convince him to meet with me somewhere.”

“No,” JT said, his tone sharp. “This...” He pointed to the blueprint on the screen. “...tells me that he’d kill you in a heartbeat if he knew you were trying to mess with his plans.”

“But we don’t have time to waste. We need to find him before he has a chance to set those charges.”

“Zack and I will take it from here, Charlotte. I’m going to leave you with Cara. I’ll call you when it’s over.”

“I want to go with you. I might be able to distract William somehow.”

“No, Charlotte. You’re staying here.” He turned to Cara. “You make sure she does.”

He turned and stormed out the door.

Charlotte clenched her fist. How was she going to just erase the last twenty-four hours from her mind and try to stay calm? And not want to help in some way?

The answer? She couldn’t.

 

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

 

JT hated to leave Charlotte in Freemont, but they had to reach Portland before Terran had a chance to set those charges. He slid behind the wheel of his pickup and secured his seatbelt. Zack opened the passenger-side door and jumped in beside him. “If we only stop for gas, we should be there by morning. Dalton said when Homeland finds out if Samir is in the country they’ll let us know. The Portland Exchange is doubling security and they’re on high alert. So far they haven’t been unable to locate Terran.”

JT slammed the truck in gear and backed away from Charlotte’s. No way was this guy going to achieve his directive. Not if Z had anything to say about it.

On the highway headed for Portland, Zack’s phone rang. His friend flipped it up. “Talk to me.”

JT held his breath, hoping they’d caught a break and found William.

“Right. Okay. Yeah, we should be in Portland by six.”

Zack closed his phone. He turned to JT. “So far no one can find Terran or this Samir character, though they have a record of him entering the country. From there he just disappeared. The state patrol is still tailing that SUV. That might be our only way of finding both.”

JT pressed hard on the gas pedal. He needed to get to Portland. If Terran could hide his whereabouts from the authorities, then he might be able to get to that building, even with all those eyes looking out for him.

“I never dreamed this case would turn into something so dire,” JT said, glancing away from the road long enough to gauge Zack’s reaction.

“Yeah, here I thought that getting away from home would be another trip like New Orleans, though nothing is ever going to top my one night with Chelsea Reese.”

“If it was such a great night, why didn’t you call her?”

“She told me not to.” He cleared his throat. “I guess it wasn’t as monumental for her.”

“Ouch. Sorry.”

“Whaddya gonna do?” Zack shrugged. “What about you and Charlotte? I noticed you two seemed chummy in the truck cab earlier. You going to see each other after this mess is over?”

“I don’t know how we could. We live on opposite coasts. Besides, she isn’t cut out for this life. I can’t see trying to force her into it.”

“Don’t you think that should be up to Charlotte? You might want to at least ask her what she wants.”

JT shook his head. “I think it’s best we end it here. I was just the man that brought her back to life. Now she can finally move on and find someone suitable for her.”

“So you’re not?”

JT snorted. “Not even close.”

“Wow, JT. Your mom really screwed you up. You need to get it through your head that it wasn’t you—it was your mother with the problem. I can see that. I bet if you ask Charlotte, she’d agree.”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Zack. I haven’t stuck my nose into your social life. I expect the same from you.”

Zack shook his head. “Friends tell friends when they’re being stupid. But I’ll respect that you want to remain
stupid
and move on.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“Why the Portland Exchange?” Zack asked out of the blue.

“That’s a good question. I wish I knew the answer. What could he possibly have against the people in that building?”

“Maybe it isn’t Terran. Maybe it’s this Samir character that has it out for them. Terran might just be in it for money.”

“Good point. Remind me to ask Terran that question when we catch him. I’d be curious to know what would turn a prominent businessman into a terrorist.”

“Damned straight. An automatic death penalty crime at that.”

“Maybe he was planning to leave the country as soon as this whole thing was over and this Samir character was bankrolling the move. What countries have no extradition treaties?”

“I’d say a number of Middle Eastern countries for sure. I think Dalton told me Samir is from Yemen. They don’t have extradition.”

“We need to find out if Terran has a passport and if he’s got a flight at Portland International or a private charter.”

“We also need to find a connection to Samir and the Exchange. Call Dalton. Get him working on that.”

Zack nodded, then opened his phone. They needed to find this information, and fast, before Terran caused a disaster and hightailed it out of the country, never to be seen again.

 

* * *

 

“No, Charlotte. You heard JT. He wants you to stay here until he returns.”

“I refuse to sit here. I’m going to go home. I’ll be fine since William isn’t in town.” Charlotte headed for the door.

No way was she going to stay with Cara. Her home was just as safe as any.

Outside, she took off down the street, her mind spinning with a number of troubling issues—mainly that JT had to be all right. She knew he was a capable man, but it didn’t stop her from worrying about him.

At the house, she walked inside and locked the door behind her. She’d fix herself a fresh pot of coffee since she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. Not with JT out looking for William.

Fifteen minutes later, changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a cup of coffee in her hand, Charlotte stepped back into her bedroom. She glanced around, feeling strangely calm for the first time in days.

She went to sit on the edge of the bed, next to her box of keepsakes, and took a sip of her French Roast. What would Shaun think of what had happened in the past few days? Would he have been disappointed in her or proud of her? The letter JT had found in Shaun’s office came to mind—a letter she’d forgotten all about until now.

Charlotte reached over and opened the drawer to her nightstand and pulled out the envelope she’d put in there days before. With shaky fingers, she tore it open and extracted the note from inside. She unfolded it slowly, numbed by the fact that this was the last thing Shaun had written to her.

To my loving Charlotte,

If you’re reading this letter, I’m no longer here. First and foremost, I want you to know how much I love you. More than anything in the world. I wish I would have told you more often
.

Tears filled Charlotte’s eyes, and she swiped them away, then cleared her throat, and read on.

Months ago, I came across some strange shipments from Yemen, delivered to the Gray Summit site, ones that I regretfully signed for. I had no idea what they were. I spoke to William about my concerns, but he reassured me that they were custom building supplies he’d ordered. I couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of my gut that he was lying. That’s when I contacted Homeland Security. About a month later, after everyone had left for the day, I went to William’s office and found blueprints for the Portland Exchange. That’s when I realized what Terran was planning. I took pictures of the blueprints and letters from some guy named Samir. I put it all on a pen drive. It’s in a lockbox in our closet, behind the air vent. The key is with our attorney.

Anyway, I contacted Homeland Security for a second time and said I had something to show them. That night I noticed someone tailing me. I double-backed. All I could tell was that it was a woman--a brunette. I know now I should have told you all this, but I was afraid if I did, it’d be putting you at risk. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Never think because I didn’t, that I thought you incapable of handling it. Not in the least. You are stronger than any woman I’ve ever known—and much tougher than even you think. Always remember that, and remember I love you and want nothing but happiness for you. Please don’t mourn for me long. My biggest fear would be that you’d never find love again.

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