depth about everything without prying ears. “Want to see how we’re going to be able to monitor Ronald?”
She turned back toward him and nodded, her expression tight. “Sure.”
Chapter 19
Bona fide: proof of a person’s true identity.
By the time Wesley walked into the building with Ronald, Jack had already set up four chairs. The two field agents who flanked Ronald wordlessly left him at the table.
Jack had felt a few curious stares at his back, but he ignored them. The only thing that bothered him was a few of the obviously appreciative glances in Sophie’s direction. He’d never thought of himself as possessive, but he’d also never been with a woman long enough to develop anything other than a physical relationship. The only woman he’d ever felt that way about had been Sophie—and that definitely hadn’t changed. They’d been operating in such a vacuum the past few days that seeing other men look at her made him edgy.
The agents and analysts had set up a sleeping area, a work area, and even a private area to shower. Jack knew Wesley was going to have an issue when he told him that he and Sophie weren’t staying, but his boss could deal with it.
Wesley ordered the rest of the agents away before he and Ronald sat across from Jack and Sophie.
Weller cleared his throat and looked at Sophie. “Sophie, I’m so sorry—”
“Save it,” she ground out. She stood and pushed her chair back as she looked at Jack. “Is it okay if I walk around until you’re done?”
“Sure.” He nodded before focusing on Ronald. “This is how it’s going to work. When you meet with Vargas, his men will probably scan you for any sort of listening or tracking device.” Jack held out what looked like an ordinary ballpoint pen. “This is something the NSA has been working on. There’s a minuscule listening device in here that uses an unusual frequency. We’re the only ones plugged into it. It should hold up under any scrutiny.”
Ronald held out a tentative hand. “It
“It’s passed all our tests,” Wesley said.
“Is that it?” Ronald asked.
“No, you’re also going to be wearing this on your tie.” Jack held out a small silver, basically unnoticeable tie pin with a camera in it. “We’ll be able to see everything going on, and if anything happens, we’ll storm the place.”
“What about my daughter?”
“He’s going to call you before the meeting. Insist on talking to your daughter right then. If he doesn’t let you, it’s doubtful she’s with him.”
“What if he doesn’t let me?”
“Then you refuse to meet him,” Wesley said.
“What if he does something else? Tries to make me?”
Jack scooted his chair closer to the table. “We’re going to have someone stationed at your house watching your wife and a couple guards at your office. If he makes a move, we’ll know.”
Ronald wiped a hand across his sweaty brow. “What exactly do you want from him?”
“Getting him on United States soil is the most important thing, and you’ve already done that. What we really need is more information on who he’s dealing with in North Africa,” Wesley said.
“What if I can’t get that? What about my daughter?”
“No matter what happens, we’re going to get your daughter back. Vargas will be prosecuted for his crimes, but you need to look at the big picture. If he gets any kind of biological weapons into this country, your entire family could be wiped out along with hundreds of thousands of others. Your friends, everyone you know.” Wesley’s voice had a reassuring quality to it.
“Is there anything else I should do?” Weller asked.
“Stay calm and don’t do anything that could tip Vargas off. Remember, we’ll be watching you at all times,” Jack said.
“Okay. . . . Do you think it would be possible to talk to Sophie before you guys take me back?” Ronald’s voice cracked.
Wesley started to respond, but Jack interrupted. “No.”
“I just want to tell her how sorry I am.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before throwing her to the wolves.” Jack knew the last thing he should do was rile this man up, but the bastard had almost gotten Sophie killed.
Ronald’s face paled as he took the silver pin and slipped it into his jacket pocket. “I guess I deserve that.”
Wesley shot Jack a warning glare before standing. “I think we’ve covered everything. We’ll be in contact tomorrow before the meet to test out the audio.” He motioned to a couple of the agents cleaning their weapons. “If you’ll go with these men, they’ll make sure you get back into your office undetected.”
Ronald nodded as he stood and shot a pitiful glance in Sophie’s direction as he left.
“What the hell was that?” Wesley asked the second Ronald was out of earshot.
Jack shrugged, even though he understood what he was referring to. “What?”
“We need him calm for tomorrow. It wouldn’t have hurt to let him talk to Sophie.”
“I’m not letting anyone upset her. She’s been through enough thanks to that asshole.”
“You’re letting yourself get too involved with this mission.”
Damn straight he was. Jack lifted his shoulders again because he knew it would piss Wesley off. Jack didn’t care how involved he was. At this point he wouldn’t change a damn thing about the decisions he’d made. “You’re the one who insisted I take this job.”
“I thought you’d be able to get close to her because of your history—but I expected you to remain professional.”
“I guess you were wrong.” And Jack wouldn’t apologize for anything he’d done. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the concrete floor. “I’m getting Sophie out of here.”
Wesley started to argue, but Jack cut him off. “We’re not staying here. I’m taking her to a nice hotel tonight, and the agency is paying for it. She’s been through a lot.”
“She seems like she’s doing okay.”
“She is, but she just found out I lied to her and that her friend is likely being held captive by Vargas. I’m not forcing her to stay here with a bunch of armed men for the next twelve hours.”
After a pause, Wesley gave him a tight-lipped nod. “Let me know where you’re staying.”
“I will. What about the guy I brought in?” When Wesley had been gone he’d seen two of the field agents escorting him out, but he wasn’t sure where they’d taken him.
“Took him to a place off-site where he’s being questioned. My guy has checked in once, but the man doesn’t seem to know much. Could be lying, but we’ll find out.”
“What about Abarca?”
Wesley’s face darkened at the mention of her. “Still in federal holding. Won’t be put into the system until we bring Vargas down.”
Jack nodded, figuring that was the case. They couldn’t risk Vargas getting tipped off by someone that Mandy Abarca had been arrested. They weren’t sure how far his reach was or what kind of contacts he had. Jack glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot. “What about the other problem?”
“I’ve got a short list of suspects and an official investigation, but no one on my list is here. No one even knew what was going on until after we’d unpacked everything.”
Which meant there was still a mole somewhere within the NSA. A problem that needed to be dealt with, but it wasn’t something he could do anything about now. “I’ll call you when we get there.” At least now he wouldn’t be driving a stolen vehicle and he had a clean new ID courtesy of Wesley.
Jack spotted Sophie talking to one of the analysts, Steven something, and pushed down the foreign twinge of jealousy in his chest. The man wasn’t acting inappropriately or leering, just politely talking.
