“Now what?” Harley asked as Maya sleepily rested her head on her shoulder.
“First we get the vampire packaged up and headed back to the States,” Jake said, pointing at Kajus. “Then we head to Greece.”
Sawyer stood. “Without either of our support teams.”
Harley looked shocked, but Jake interrupted before she could say anything. “We have a leak somewhere in either STAT or MI6. That’s how we walked into that ambush last night.”
“And since it wasn’t anyone in that maze with us, it has to be someone on the support teams,” Sawyer added. “It will make our jobs a lot more difficult, but we’re going to have to do the rest of this mission on our own. At least until we figure out who the leak is.”
Harley sighed, but didn’t look comfortable with the idea. “Okay. McKay has transportation home for the kids, so I need to get them ready.”
Sawyer watched her leave before trading glances with both of the other werewolves. “I hate to even think about what I’m going to say, but I have to call my branch chief and somehow explain why my MI6 team is going off the radar.”
Weatherford wasn’t going to like it when he found out that MI6 might have someone dirty in their organization…or that STAT did.
Chapter 9
Greece
Harley sat in the darkened villa on the northeast edge of Kalambaka, eyeing Sawyer covertly, wondering how a guy could possibly look so unbelievably handsome. The scratches across his face he’d gotten in the scuffle with the vampire had completely healed, and she swore he was even better looking now than he’d been when they’d left the hotel to start their shift.
Reluctantly dragging her gaze away from his perfect face, she turned her attention to the big plate-glass window and the row of monitors lined up in front of it. The view outside the window was the front of the mountain on which the Monastery of the Holy Trinity sat, while the monitors displayed different video feeds from the various cameras they’d spent the day setting up around the perimeter of the place. Even at night, lit only by a series of work lights, the cliff-top collection of red sandstone buildings was breathtaking. Looking at something that had been around since before Columbus had taken a wrong turn and stumbled over the New World made Harley want to stare at it for hours on end. Or run up to explore for a while.
Then again, since the place was more than a mile away and towered hundreds of feet above the already-mountainous ground in addition to being currently occupied by an army of workers and security guards, maybe that might not be such a good idea. Which was a definite pity because the monastery looked like a fascinating place to visit. So instead, she’d sit here with Sawyer and watch the monitors to see if anything interesting happened. If they got lucky, maybe they’d catch sight of the bad guys delivering the kidnapped supernaturals for the upcoming auction.
She and Sawyer had flown into Athens yesterday along with the rest of their teammates, doing so in four small groups and staggering their arrival over a period of several hours. They’d all taken rental cars from different companies for the drive to the Meteora area and spread out over three different hotels scattered through Kalambaka and the smaller village of Kastraki, all in the hope of avoiding notice. Without being too obvious about it, Harley had made sure she was on the same flight and staying in the same hotel as Sawyer. The villa they’d selected as their surveillance outpost and operations center was one of the closest available homes to the Holy Trinity Monastery, positioned on an isolated back road with little traffic, so there’d be no one to see them come and go.
It hadn’t been that difficult to figure out which of the six active monasteries Boc and his crew were planning to use for the auction. The whole city of Kalambaka was buzzing with rumors about a production company—which was fake, of course—that had taken over the entirety of the huge Holy Trinity site to film a movie. Some people claimed it was for the follow-up Game of Thrones series, while others insisted it was for the next James Bond movie. There was word that hundreds of actors would be coming in over the next two days to film an extravagant party scene.
The monastery seemed like an over-the-top kind of place to hold an illegal auction, but Harley had to admit it was also brilliant. Boc and his traffickers could be seen hauling nearly anything up that mountain, and the locals would assume it was part of the movie set.
She glanced at one of the monitors on the backside of the mountain, watching a crane lift huge metal framework into position before a crew of workers clambered all over it.
“I can’t believe Boc is constructing an aerial tram to get the buyers to the top of the cliff,” she said. “That’s got to be ungodly expensive for a one-time use.”
Sawyer gazed out the window at the mountain and the buildings at its summit. “I guess if you expect people to come to your exotic supernatural auction and spend millions of dollars, it wouldn’t be a good idea to ask them to climb up the side of a mountain.”
“I suppose.” Harley frowned. “It still seems like a lot of money simply to put his buyers in the right mood.”
“I doubt he had to spend that much,” Sawyer said with a snort. “The locals are so thrilled with the idea of having a tram to the top of one of their
