Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (e reader for manga .txt) 📗

“Exactly!”

“You have never been to his place and you really don’t know where we are going to?”

“Exactly.”

“Good lord,” Laura said, looking paler than ever. “It seems as they may find our bodies in this jungle.”

“You can still stay here, and Guy and I will go on our own.”

“You are not going alone with Guy.” Laura gathered herself. “We should part ways now. We will make our last calls before we leave.”

“Don’t go chatting too much and don’t give away any information,” I reminded Zorro, “You don’t know who could be listening.”

“I will wait for you at three a.m. sharp, in a car, outside your hotel. At five after three I am leaving.”

“We’ll be there.” I looked at pale Laura and added, “We’ll both be there.”

“Come, I will take you both back to the hotel. I still have a place to run today and to organize a night flight.”

“And we have to wait for the rest of the equipment the old silent man promised to deliver today.”

The journey to the center of town passed in silence. Each of us was deep in his own thoughts. It was eight in the evening and I thought how it was over twenty-four hours since Jonathan had disappeared. Was he still alive? That was a very disturbing thought that I needed to ignore. My assumption had to be that he was alive and that he needed me and so did my relatives. Instead of being with them, I was trying to do what I knew best. I was trying to gather intelligence for them, which was something I used to be good at. Good information was hard to come by. Did I still have it in me? That was another doubt I needed to ignore.

Laura and I got out of the car and Zorro sped off with screeching tires. “She’s a stormy type, hey?” I noted mainly to myself.

“Yes… Stormy, unpredictable and captivating…”

I glanced at the corner where our stalker was hiding. It was empty.

“I am going to kiss you now,” I said quietly, “And it is going to be a very passionate kiss, then I am going to spin you three hundred and sixty degrees, in order to check our surroundings.”

She smiled and looked soft and in love, and she casually dropped her sack next to her feet, fell into my arms and held her lips up to mine. The kiss was actually hot and the surveying of the street showed nothing. There was no one I could pick out.

“I think we are clean of any stalkers,” I said, smiling.

“I also didn’t see anything suspicious.” She answered. Her arms still around my neck. I stroked her along her back and in response, she disconnected herself from me. She was a difficult nut to crack and I wasn’t a hungry squirrel.

I picked up the two sacks in one hand and slung them over my shoulder. I put my other arm around her, and we crossed the quiet street. I was wondering if it would be okay to ask her about her past with Zorro. Were there truly drugs involved? Did the test the next day, after their mutual sexual encounter, find any drugs residue? But that was gossip belonging to the past, and it didn’t help me in the present. In no rush, we made our way to our rooms. We stalled next to her room. She got up on her tiptoes, put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and said: “I wanted to thank you… It may seem strange to you, that I am thanking you for being here, but your presence is really making it easier for me to do my job, so… Thank you.” I put my arms around her and pulled her towards me for a moment. I said, “Have you forgotten you are helping me in my private family matter?”

She took her arms away and I let her go. She said, “No, I haven’t forgotten. And it still doesn’t take away from my thank you.”

Then she turned around, took her sack of equipment, opened the door to her room and closed it behind her with the same cold shoulder which I had already seen her give me.

I wanted to open her door and finish that kiss she left imprinted on my cheek, to slowly undress her, to reveal every piece of pale skin, but then I glanced at my watch. We didn’t have much time to rest and I still had two phone calls to make. One of them was to my ex-boss.

I didn’t find a tail in the street, but that didn’t mean that the tail hadn’t bothered to come to the room while we weren’t here and plant a bug. I quickly looked over every possible strategic spot. The room looked devoid of any tapping devices. Now I felt free to make the call.

“Will it be possible?” I asked.

He answered simply, “Yes,” as if he had no intention of explaining or having to divulge more than he needed to.

“So why didn’t we do it up till now?”

“We need to know where he is. The moment we know we will place a tapping device on him.”

“So, I will be the GPS of the system?”

“You are going to be our beacon. As soon as we have a location, we will activate a back door through the Israeli equipment the Mexican telephone company bought from us.”

“And my equipment?”

“It has what it needs. I just need you in the location and a few minutes later, we will start the wiretapping.” He paused for a moment and then added, “Hopefully everything will work as planned and the back door we prepared just in case is really open still.”

“It will still be open. I trust our men.”

“And I,” I heard him smile, “trust you.”

Laura Ashton,

Motel room, November 12, 2015, 9:00 p.m.

The shower woke me up, enough to allow me to make the necessary phone calls. The