Covert Evidence (47 page)

“Harm him, and I’ll never tell you where Hejan hid your nine million dollars.”

Ian did a double take.
Nine million?

Oh, Hejan, you sweet vengeful bastard.

No wonder Hill was in knots, acting without thinking and without a viable plan. He was so far down the rabbit hole, he hadn’t realized there was no card he could pull that would save him. He was in the ultimate no-win situation.

When buying arms from former Soviet dealers, a missed payment meant death.

Hill couldn’t kill Cressida or Ian without Raptor informing the feds. And if Cressida knew about the nine mil, sure as hell Curt Dominick knew.

Ian caught the exact moment the situation sank in for Hill. With a roar, he backhanded Cressida, knocking her into the side of the helicopter with the force of the blow. Her gun flew from her hand and clattered across the deck.

Watching Hill strike Cressida sort of unhinged Ian, who took down Carlson with a swift strike to the head. He lunged for Hill, but the underwater explorer grabbed Cressida by the hair and pulled her backward. He wrenched open the door of the helicopter and shoved her into the cockpit.

A gun fired, breezing by Ian’s ear, and he twisted toward Carlson, kicking outward as he turned. He caught the man’s hand, dislodging the gun. More of Hill’s men poured from the stairs, heading straight for Ian.

He grappled with Carlson, trying to shake the man off so he could get to Cressida.

The wind whipped up on the deck. Ian took a blow to the jaw and spun to see Hill in the cockpit of the helicopter, at the controls. He’d fired up the engine.

Cressida grappled with the passenger door, trying to get out. Hill punched her in the jaw, then returned his attention to the control panel. The helicopter lifted from the deck.

Ian shoved Carlson back and lunged for the skid, grabbing on as it rose. The copter leaned and shifted, flying out over the cold, dark Chesapeake Bay. Ian clung to the skid, grappling to get his leg over the bar, knowing that if he lost his grip, Hill would escape, and Cressida would be tortured and killed.

The copter soared ever higher into the night sky, as his fingers began to slip.

“A
re you insane?”
Cressida shouted as the helicopter dropped with a stomach-churning lurch.

“That should take care of Boyd,” Hill said with smug satisfaction. “Your spy is probably drowning in the bay along with Suzanne.”

She gripped the phone in her pocket and again pressed the panic button. It would log GPS coordinates for where Ian fell. If he’d fallen. She couldn’t let Hill’s words get to her. He wanted to throw her off. Take away all hope. She wouldn’t let him win. “I’ll never tell you where the money is if Ian and Suzanne die.”

“Sweetheart, where I’m taking you, you’ll tell me everything I want to know. I’ve got people in the Middle East who’ve refined torture to an art form.”

The Middle East. He planned to take her back. He was just rich and powerful enough to pull it off. She had no doubt that if he could fly this helicopter to his private jet, he could easily smuggle her onto the plane and fly her back to Turkey or Syria, or wherever his Middle Eastern allies were located.

Unless Curt had read the list and grounded Hill’s private jet. She still had hope.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was Ian. Had he survived the drop?

The door beside Hill lurched open, and Ian grabbed him by the throat. The copter pitched sideways and dropped in near free fall. Cressida slammed against her door. The bay loomed just outside her window, then the copter righted moments before crashing into the water.

She reached for Hill, to help Ian as he grappled with the man for the controls. But before she gained purchase, Ian slammed a fist into the release on her door, which flew open. The helicopter tilted sideways again. She slid toward the opening.

She grabbed Ian’s arm to stop her fall. He glanced at her hand and met her gaze. “I love you!” he shouted, then he twisted his arm, breaking her grip, and shoved her toward the open door.

She plunged backward, into the abyss, dropping at least two stories into the Chesapeake.

The water was a cold, abrupt shock after the fast fall. At impact, she sucked in seawater and sank into the depths. Disoriented, she forced herself to pause and feel for bubbles that slid along her face, pointing the way to the surface. She twisted to orient herself, then kicked, surging upward. She surfaced and coughed and gasped for breath in the cold water. Above her, the helicopter lurched left, then right. The fast-moving rotors stirred the water, kicking up salt spray and making it hard to see. Hard to breathe.

With a roar of the engine, the bird slanted sideways and flew a short distance, then plunged nose first into the dark water.

Chapter Forty-Six

C
ressida watched in horror as the helicopter broke apart. The bay surged and chopped with the impact. A wave engulfed her. Smothering her.

Ian. She had to get to Ian.

The copter bobbed at the surface, then sank.

She kicked with all her might, swimming with a ferocity she’d never experienced, grateful for her hours of dive time that made her a strong swimmer. She reached the debris field and scanned the water’s surface, searching for Ian. He hadn’t been harnessed inside. A door floated beside her. It had broken off.

There was hope he wasn’t inside the rapidly sinking helicopter.

She located Hill first. He floated facedown in the water. She flipped him over but didn’t waste another moment on him as she searched for Ian.

Then she saw him, and her heart stopped. Like Hill, he was facedown. Floating. How long since the impact? Two minutes? Three?

She flipped him upright, turning his face to the night air. A quick check showed he had a pulse but wasn’t breathing. They were miles from land. She didn’t even have a lifejacket.

She grabbed the nearest floating debris, a panel of some sort, and tried to shove him onto it but couldn’t lift his weight without leverage.

She took a deep breath and remembered dive training, which she’d renewed many times during her years of scuba diving. She slipped her body beneath his. She’d be his float. She grabbed the panel with one hand and pulled it under her shoulders. Slowly, she inched it under her until it reached her hips. Then she slid out from beneath Ian, so his upper body rested on the float.

She swiped his mouth, finding no obstruction, and pressed her open mouth to his. A quick puff of breath didn’t inflate his chest. She tilted his throat back, opening the passage, and tried again.

She managed to breathe air into his lungs once, twice, three times.

In the distance, she heard a boat engine. Please let it be one of the SEAL teams responding to her panic button call in the helicopter.

She pressed another breath into Ian’s lungs. “Don’t you dare die on me,” she whispered frantically between puffs of air. “You promised.” Another breath. “You gave me your solemn vow.” Another breath. “I love you. Dammit, I love you.”

Ian coughed, a choking gasp that brought tears to her eyes. She tread water and gripped the float all while making sure he didn’t slip off the panel as his body shook with the spasms. His eyes popped open, and he vomited seawater.

Before his breathing was under control, a boat pulled up alongside them. “Need a hand, Cress?” Sean Logan asked.

I
an’s coughing subsided as Cressida snuggled against his side. The boat circled so the Raptor team could grab Hill’s body from the water, and after the terrorist leader was aboard, Logan announced the man still had a pulse, but barely.

“There’s a part of me,” Ian said to Cressida, “that wouldn’t be bothered if Hill lives and escapes, because the people he’s double-crossed in the Middle East will slit his throat without a fuss, whereas he might be rich and connected enough to escape prosecution here. Hejan made sure he was a dead man no matter what.”

“Do you think Hejan realized he was the group leader? He was, after all, in the bar that night. And given that Hejan was working with Todd to find the tunnel, there were too many connections for Hill’s secret to stay hidden.”

“It’s possible. He might have figured it all out and then plotted his revenge, knowing the dominos would fall after his death.” He held her gaze, knowing this would be hard for her to hear after what she’d witnessed on the boat. “Hill killed Hejan when he discovered Hejan had taken the money. Todd was hiding in your hotel room bathroom and witnessed the whole thing. Tonight, Hill shot Todd because he guessed that Todd tipped me off to what Hill is.”

She gave him a sad smile. “You called him Todd.”

“Because that’s who he is to you. He fucked up a lot. But in the end, it appears he was trying to save you. To right his mistakes.”

She nodded. “I hope he recovers. He was in over his head the moment he contacted Hill. He had no idea what the man was—obviously, none of us did—and by the time he found out, it was too late for him.” She sighed. “Where’s Zack?”

“I don’t know. He may have fled, or he may try to claim he was just following orders, but with Hill’s capture, I don’t think that’ll fly.”

“And Suzanne? Is she okay?”

Ian turned to Sean, “Did your team find Suzanne?”

Sean nodded. “Good job getting her off the boat. She’s safe now. As soon as the FBI takes over on the yacht, we’ll get her to a hospital.”

“So what happens next?” Cressida asked Ian.

“I’ll be taken in for debriefing. You’ll get a room at The Hay-Adams and wait for me. We both hope the mess in Turkey is sorted out without me being charged with all sorts of awful things I didn’t do.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He tightened his arms around her. “I think you said something when we were in the water that I’d like to hear again.”

“I was reminding you of your promise to take me to The Hay-Adams.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was after that.”

She smiled and stroked his cheek. “I love you, Ian Boyd.”

He kissed her, amazed and grateful they were both alive. Together. And in the US. A circumstance he’d seriously doubted would come about. “That’s what I thought you said.”

The boat surged across the water, and even though Ian knew an interrogation awaited him at the other side, he couldn’t wait to reach shore. He was eager to get the debriefing over with, because for the first time in his life, he had a reason to hurry home.

Epilogue