Always Been Mine (19 page)

“Porter should have it.”

“He’s been off the grid for almost two months. But I’m calling him next.”

“Gotcha. Anything else?”

“Hurry, Blake.”

“Will do.”

Gabe punched the admiral’s number. It went straight to voicemail.
That son of a bitch
. “Porter, you better be dead or dying. I couldn’t raise you for weeks. Your daughter almost died, and you couldn’t even fucking show up. Well, now they’ve taken her, you hear me? They’ve. Taken. Her. Got your attention yet, Admiral? Just”—Gabe didn’t know what else to say—“thought you should know.”

He put the phone away and looked over to Rhino, who was whining softly. “Hang in there, buddy. We’re almost there.” His dog did not survive an IED blast only to be cut down by a sorry-ass schmuck’s bullet.

He was innervated with rage so powerful he had to grip the steering wheel tightly to keep from punching the dashboard. His vision blurred, and the sound of cars got louder. He willed his heart rate and breathing to even out.
 

His woman. Taken.

His dog. Shot.

The past six months were a struggle to define his place in normal society. But maybe he shouldn’t fight who he really was, because that person from the past was the person needed to fight this unknown enemy.

The people who took Beatrice knew him, but they had forgotten what he could become.
 

A stone cold killer.

*****

It was a waiting game.

Waiting for the emergency vet to tell him if Rhino would live or die.

Waiting for Travis to call him back with a clue to find Beatrice.

Waiting.

Gabe hated feeling helpless. He hated how things were out of his hands and out of his control.
 

He had been on the phone with Travis, desperate to join the search for Beatrice, but the need to know that Rhino was okay was his brain’s way of managing his emotions in order to get centered. Travis further set him straight. “Gabe you need to let us handle this. You are in no shape to do the investigation objectively.
I'm not saying Nate and I are any better given our friendship with Bee, but you don't have your head on straight right now. Do you remember back with the SEALs, before we headed out on a mission, our minds needed to be clear? We needed to be square?”

“Yes,” Gabe bit off.

“Same rule applies here. You’re emotionally compromised. You need to get a grip on your shit, or you’re going to hinder rather than help find Beatrice. You have to back off. We got this.”

His attention returned to the present when a female veterinarian dressed in blue scrubs opened the door to the reception area.

“Mr. Sullivan?” the vet addressed him. He had met her earlier when he brought Rhino in and his dog was admitted for immediate surgery.
 

“How is he?” His voice was gruff.

“He’s stable. You did good administering the first aid.” The vet’s voice and face were grim, belying the good news. “How did Rhino get shot?”

“I didn’t shoot him, if that’s what you’re implying,” Gabe responded. “That matter is under investigation. I don’t have any details.”

“Fair enough. I do need to report incidents of animal abuse.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you need to report,” Gabe snapped. “All I give a fuck about is my dog.”

Exhaling deeply, the vet said, “There was an exit wound above the scapula. To be sure, we did an x-ray and there were no signs of the bullet. There were some bone fragments we had to clean up.”

“Will he make a full recovery?”

“I’m optimistic, but it will be slow because of his age and there might be occasional pain for the rest of his life.”

Gabe nodded.
 

“We would like to keep him overnight for observation.” The vet scanned through Rhino’s chart. “He’s partially deaf and blind?”

“He was a military dog. Got caught in an IED blast.”

The vet’s face softened. “You have a tough boy, Mr. Sullivan.”

A lump lodged in Gabe’s throat. “Can I see him?”

“Sure. He’s heavily sedated though, but we’ve moved him into recovery.”

The vet nodded for him to follow her through the door.
 

A long stretch of hallway with smaller rooms on either side led to a sprawling facility with glass walls. Monitoring equipment was grouped around several surgical tables. Toward one corner were two additional glass-paned operating theaters, while another corner were sections separated by curtains.
 

 
A veterinary technician was laying Rhino on a table.

“We need to monitor his blood pressure and other vitals throughout the night,” the vet said.

A section of his fur was shaved above his shoulder, revealing the stitches holding together battered flesh.
 
Gabe let the vet-tech finish getting Rhino settled in before he stepped close to the table.

“Take your time.” The vet drew the curtains closed.

His fingers gently threaded through Rhino’s fur. Gabe couldn’t believe in such a short time this creature had come to mean so much to him. His dog courageously protected the woman he loved. Gabe didn’t know how he deserved such loyalty and selfless love that Rhino had shown him. During the early days of his transition back to a normal life, Gabe would sit on the floor against the wall with his head on his linked arms resting on his knees as images of what he had seen and done haunted him. Rhino would poke his muzzle through his arms to rest his cold nose on his cheek, forcing Gabe to pet him. His dog wouldn’t let him wallow in his darkness. Rhino knew what he needed. Amazing what a simple connection could do, bring a human back from fucked-up man-made misery to experience the basic reason for being—love without exception, given without personal gain, selfless and innocent. Gabe scratched behind Rhino’s ears. “You did good, soldier.” He absolutely did, in more ways than one.

*****

Gabe drove back to his neighborhood thirty minutes later. Travis called to inform him they had retrieved the bullet that had struck Rhino. Travis also acquired street surveillance footage of the abduction.

Pulling his truck right in front of his house, he watched Nate and Travis exit a black Escalade a couple of cars up. Gabe cut off the engine and got out of his vehicle. His eyes took in the trail of blood still visible on the pavement.
 

The two men jogged up to him.
 

“Hey,” Nate said. For the first time since Gabe had met the man there was no challenge or animosity in his eyes. Instead, there was sympathy and concern. “Sorry your dog got hurt, but I’m glad he’s fine.”

Gabe gave a slight nod. “Did the cops give you guys a hard time?”
 

“I know their chief of police and had them back off. They can’t sweep this under the rug forever, so if none of the alphabet agencies take over, they may come back to question you. BSI can take over the case if we can establish what happened to Beatrice impacts the security of our client.”

“Thanks for all you’ve done, man.”

Travis clapped one hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Gabe, I know we haven’t seen eye to eye since you came back, but Bee missing, trumps all the bullshit between us. We want her back as much as you do.”

“Thanks, man,” Gabe mumbled. He motioned them to follow him into the house as he strode up the walkway to the front stoop.
 

Unlocking the door, his eyes fell on Beatrice’s purse and other things, which reminded him that just a few hours ago, she had been here . . . safe.

His fists clenched at his sides as it took all he had to control his emotions. As if sensing his struggle, Nate said, “We’ll get her back.”

“I need to change out of these clothes,” Gabe muttered. His shirt and jeans were stained with Rhino’s blood. “You can set the laptop over there.” He wrote them his Wi-Fi password.

He took a quick shower and threw on a Henley and a fresh pair of jeans.
 

Nate and Travis were already studying the surveillance footage when he returned downstairs.

“Wait,” Nate said. “Back up a little. See that?”

Gabe walked over to the two men. “You guys have something?”

“Fuck,” Travis muttered. “You’re right.”

“We first zeroed in on the white van,” Nate said. “Unmarked. Fake plates—we already ran them. Unless a 75-year-old man kidnapped Bee, the plate is a dead end. However, before the van appeared, there was a blue Honda Civic that was shadowing her. Our girl noticed and started to turn back.”

“Caught the plates on the Civic when it turned into that intersection,” Travis said. “Running tags on it right now.”

“A guy stepped out, but he was facing away from the cams,” Gabe muttered. Beatrice didn’t stand a chance. She was cut off from all corners. “Damn it.”

“She did everything right,” Nate said sadly. “They were just prepared for everything. Rhino could have surprised them though.”

“I doubt it,” Gabe said. “They’ve been watching her.” Just the thought of it made him sick. “What did I miss? Who could be after her?”

Porter’s enemies, and there were many of them. To the public and to the world, the admiral was a respected officer in the U.S. Navy. His connection to the CIA was simply a rumor. However, if what the admiral said was true and there was a bad seed inside the agency orchestrating the events of the past three to four years, no one was safe.

“We’re trying to figure out if it’s any of our client’s enemies,” Travis said. “This has not happened before, at least not to Beatrice since she’s simply a top-level contact.” Travis’s eyes narrowed at Gabe. “If there’s anything we need to know, Gabe, now is the time to tell us. You say the admiral is off the grid? We’re all you’ve got.”

“I don’t know everything myself,” Gabe said carefully. “Before the admiral disappeared this last time, he said he had uncovered some troubling intel and may be gone for a while. Eric Stone was murdered; he was killed with an assassin’s concoction.” The look on the other two men’s faces hardened, so Gabe pressed on. “Five people were killed in the Cloverleaf District; three of them masqueraded as fans of Titanium Rose and attacked Beatrice. Finally, the reporter—”

“Kelly Winters? That was blamed on a Russian diplomat.”

“All were Steve Ryker’s hits.”

“The man who was after Senator Mendoza?” Travis frowned. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“The target was Senator Mendoza’s uncle,” Gabe said. “I still don’t know why he killed the uncle but left the senator unharmed. I was the secondary target, Travis.”

“This explains a lot,” Nate said. “We’ve always wondered why they didn’t go after the senator after they had disabled your vehicle.”

“So what does Ryker have to do with all the other deaths?”

“He killed them the way Dmitry Yerzov made his assassinations,” Gabe replied and told them how he was supposed to be dead.

“Wait, how did he find out your methods enough to do a copycat killing?” Nate asked.

“We suspected he was in cahoots with Crowe.”

Just the mention of the double-crossing Crowe brought a storm cloud over Travis’s face. “Is Caitlin in danger?”

Gabe wasn’t about to sugar coat the situation, because after what had happened, he knew exactly where Travis was coming from. “I don’t know, Travis. I have a feeling Ryker’s actions were personally motivated, but Porter always believed he had a sponsor for his actions. His exact relationship with Crowe remains a mystery unless we can dig into his background.”

“We tried,” Nate said. “Short of raising alarms in the CIA databases, we couldn’t delve deeper.”

“There is a whole other layer on the internet where we can find information,” Gabe said. Crowe had functioned as his intel guy. “However, I’m not set up nor savvy enough to navigate those layers without getting caught by the feds.”

“You’re talking about the Black Plane?” Nate asked. “I’m set up for it and can manage enough, but I think Caitlin is better.”

The Black Plane was websites that were not easily categorized by URL-filtering databases because of their ad-hoc infrastructure. Simply put, they were hard to trace and frequently used for clandestine and covert communication and illegal activities. They were also a source of leaked classified information—that was if one knew where to look.
 

“I hate to get her involved,” Travis said. “She freelances for the NSA, and after what went down with the whistleblower, things are too hot right now.” He sighed. “However, I know she would do anything to get Beatrice back. And where the hell is Porter?”

Fuck if I know
, Gabe thought.

*****

She was sitting on a chair; her hands and feet were tied against it. Her senses were groggy from the chloroform, but Beatrice suspected they had injected her with something else as well. She dazedly took stock of her surroundings—three walls and a mirror, which she suspected was a two-way one. The lighting was from a single fluorescent lamp above.
 

She was thirsty.

“Good morning, Ms. Porter.”

Morning? How long had she been out?

She tried to focus on the mirror. “What do you want from me?” she croaked.

“Your father’s whereabouts. We suspect you don’t know, do you?”

“You suspect correctly. But why take me?” Beatrice knew, but she wanted them to spell it out.

“He’s been causing us problems, Ms. Porter. We want him to back off. Taking you is our message to him.”

Beatrice laughed derisively. “You don’t know my father. He doesn’t care what happens to me. All he cares about is his job.”

There was a long stretch of silence.

She tried to place the voice but couldn’t. She figured they had used a voice enhancer anyway.

“Poor girl. Seeing how you’ve been operating so high-profile in Washington DC and no attempt has been made on you so far, you may be right in your assessment.”

Beatrice snorted. “Right is an understatement.”

“And Sullivan, he seems to care about you?”

Gabe was probably losing his mind right now.
Oh, no, Rhino
. “He probably cares more that you shot his dog, you assholes. We’re fuck buddies. I’m sure he can find my replacement easily enough.”