Nate leaned back. “Good. We’re getting somewhere. At least now you admit to talking to someone.”
“But I didn’t ad-” Giacona stopped himself, no doubt realizing he’d gone too far.
Nate let him stew for a moment, then put a hand under Giacona’s chin and lifted his face a couple inches. “Tell me who they were.”
An internal struggle played out on the man’s face. Finally, he said, “Americans.”
“You’re going to have to narrow that down a little bit.”
“Government.”
Nate frowned. “Government? The US government?”
Giacona nodded. “The request for the meeting came through a channel they have used in the past.”
“Who did the request come from?”
“I only know a code name.”
Nate remained silent, waiting.
“Clear Fox.”
Clear Fox. Nate played the name through his memory, but it didn’t match up to anything.
“What about the people you met. Who were they?”
“Four men came, but only one talked. He…he asked if I deal with anyone in the last few days. He was specifically looking for a woman, I think.”
“But you told them about us.”
“Yes,” he said reluctantly, then in a rush, “but I had to tell them about everyone I’d worked with recently. And…and I didn’t tell them your name. I didn’t. I don’t do that.”
“You’re going to tell me theirs, so you could be lying.”
“They didn’t put a gun to my head.”
“Fair point,” Nate said. “So why did you even tell them about us?”
“They are with the US. I have to answer. Maybe no gun to my head, but I didn’t want to wake up the next day in prison in Cuba.”
“What did you tell them about us?”
While Giacona was describing why he talked, some of his confidence had come back, but as soon as Nate asked for details on what, his nervousness returned in force. “I had to tell, understand?”
“Yeah, we’ve gone over that. I want to know what.”
“I tell them…I tell them what you buy from me. I tell them about…about…”
“About what?”
Again, Giacona’s tongue moved across his lips. “The tracking chip.”
“The tracking chips we bought?”
Giacona looked at the ground and shook his head.
Nate froze, staring at the Italian. “What tracking chip, then?”
“I, um, put them in the equipment bags. Small, hidden in the lining. Sometimes if I hear a job has gone bad, I can have someone collect the bag before the police can find it.” Looking almost guilty, he added, “No sense letting good hardware go to waste.”
“So you could track us the entire time.”
“I could, but I don’t. Why would I? I don’t need to.”
Nate didn’t believe a word of it, but that wasn’t the important thing at the moment. “You gave them the frequency.”
Giacona answered by saying nothing.
For a panicked moment, Nate wondered where the bag was now. Had they left it in the car? At the hospital? Then he remembered. In Julien’s apartment.
They had led the men right to Julien’s place, and then when they saw Mila arrive?
Bam.
Instead of saving her from whatever trouble she was in, they had brought the trouble directly to her. Nate had brought the trouble to her since he was the one who’d set up the meeting with Giacona.
Tracking chip in the bag? They could have checked for that, but why would they? Because for us, distrust is a way of life, Nate told himself. He’d fallen into the trap of believing in someone he’d worked with only once before. Giacona hadn’t earned that trust yet, but Nate had given it to him, and now had paid the price. It was a lesson, he knew, he should never have had to learn.
“The people you met with. I want names and I want to know how to find them.”
“I don’t know where they are,” Giacona said.
Unfortunately for him, the look in his eyes told a different story.
“Just the three outside,” Daeng said.
Nate’s gaze stayed on the front door of the farmhouse just down the hill from where they were hiding. “And the two we saw go in the main building makes five. At least. A place this size, I think we should assume there could be up to ten.”
Daeng nodded in agreement.
Giacona had not known exactly where the others were. What he had known was the name of the contact he had given the leader of the group that had shown up at Julien’s. The contact belonged to a private organization that might have been able to arrange suitable, secluded accommodations. With only minor additional prodding, the Italian had placed a call to the contact, saying he had some equipment he was supposed to deliver to the team leader, but couldn’t find the address he’d been given. Since Giacona was the one who’d put everyone in communication in the first place, the contact didn’t even bat an eye when he relayed the information.
After that, it took tremendous will on Nate’s part not to shoot the arms dealer in the back of the head. He settled for clubbing him in the temple with his gun, then tying him up and stuffing him in a closet with the other two. The one who’d been shot was no longer bleeding as much as before. Still, he was in serious need of a doctor, but that was not Nate’s concern. In his mind, Giacona and, by extension, his men had committed an unforgiveable crime. When this was all over, Nate would make sure the rest of the freelance intelligence world knew the truth about the tracking devices and the unauthorized disclosure of information to a third party. That would terminate Giacona’s career, if not his life.
The farm was south of the city, sandwiched between tree-covered hills on one side and a vineyard with row after row of maturing vines on the other. There were two buildings: a two-story, traditional-looking main house, and a taller, rectangular-shaped outbuilding that had a single door on one side, but no other visible doorways or windows.
Nate and Daeng had already done a complete circle around the property, using the vines as cover along the back, and going farther out on either side to remain unseen in the brush.
Nate nodded at the outbuilding, and said, “That’s got to be where they’re holding her.”
If Mila was in the house, the others wouldn’t have wasted manpower putting a guard near the entrance to the outbuilding. Given that a man was posted there, it was logical that she was inside.
“One way in, one way out,” Daeng said. “If you’re right, she’s going to be hard to get to.”
“But not impossible,” Nate said.
“No. Few things are impossible.”
Despite his earlier doubts, Nate was warming up to Daeng. In truth, his concerns had stemmed from the fact he hadn’t known the guy, and, if he was completely honest, a tinge of unexpected jealousy that Daeng had replaced him as Quinn’s go-to guy. Idiotic, he knew, but there it was. Now, that was starting to fade.
“So how do we know for sure she is there?” Daeng asked.
“Excellent question.” Nate scanned the grounds. “If we can get close enough, we might be able to find out.”
“If we both go, that’ll double the risk we’ll be noticed.”
“True.”
“So just one of us, then. Unless you’re not worried about that.” Daeng paused, then said, “We could just go in and take everyone out.”
Nate had been thinking the same thing, but knew it was not the right call. As confident as he was that these were the people who had Mila, they still couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. While Daeng had seen the faces of
