Second Chance (43 page)

The stiff nod of agreement was belied by the mutinous expression on Humphries’s face. Lucas noted it and added it to his growing list of concerns. The man had become increasingly belligerent and uncooperative over the past few months. Lucas knew he was going to have to do something about him soon.

Though Humphries wasn’t a member of the board, he’d been with Kane Industries for well over thirty years and had earned his spot in making decisions. However, Lucas had become aware of recent shortcuts and mismanagements that the man was directly responsible for.

When Lucas had taken over his family’s empire, he’d been determined to do a few things differently. That included making sure no one was adversely impacted as Kane Enterprises thrived. Humphries apparently didn’t like that concept.

Lucas needed to make a decision about the man’s involvement in future projects. Times like this, he wished for his father’s tough-minded decision making. Lucas could kick ass and kill with the best of them, but when it came to dealing with wayward employees, he was at somewhat of a loss.

Harbin Nickels, CFO of Kane Industries, stood. “I think that about wraps up everything we needed to review with you, Lucas. Anything else that comes up,
we can go through your assistants. When do you leave for your trip?”

His mind occupied between finding a ghost and disciplining an employee, Lucas answered with a careless “A few hours” and then fell silent.

They stared at him for several seconds before they made their way out of the room. Being distracted wasn’t good for morale. A leader distracted led to uncertainty in his employees. He’d worry about that when he returned. Now he needed to get on his flight to Paris and talk with the one man he believed could help him.

“Noah, did you give Micah another piece of chocolate?”

Before turning his gaze from the computer screen in front of him, Noah swallowed the remaining evidence. Turning to her, he gave his most innocent look. “Mara, why would you say that?”

Hands on her hips, amazing eyes flashing, Samara advanced toward him. “Because he’s as hyper as a wildcat. Angela’s with him in the conference room, chasing him around the table.”

Before he could proclaim his innocence of giving their two-year-old son chocolate, Samara added, “And because you have chocolate on your chin.”

He sighed. Nothing got past his Mara. “So, come over here and lick it off for me.”

Her eyes darkened and she got that look on her face that could heat his blood in an instant. She came toward him and then stopped. “Wait. What time is Lucas Kane supposed to be here?”

Noah groaned and looked at the clock. “Fifteen minutes. Not near enough time.”

“Here.” She handed him a tissue from a box on his desk. “Get the chocolate off for now and we’ll stop at the store on the way home.”

He grinned, already anticipating the night ahead. “Deal.”

Settling into a chair across from him, she returned to the topic of their upcoming meeting. “So, you really just want my observation on the man. Nothing more?”

“Right.”

“Are you planning on telling him you know McKenna?”

“No. Her association with LCR must remain private. But I want to meet with him before I mention his search to her. When she relayed the details of his rescue, it got me interested in him even more.”

“How so?”

“Hard to say, other than it sounds to me like he handled himself a little too well for a British billionaire. About as well as any LCR operative. There’s got to be more to him than just inherited wealth and a keen eye for the next money-making venture.”

“Think he has military training?”

Noah shook his head. “Records show that he spent most of his years collecting degrees and prepping himself to take over his family’s empire. Military training hasn’t been mentioned.”

“Perhaps he had someone train him. As high profile as he is, maybe he felt he needed to know how to defend himself.”

“Could be. That’s where you come in. I want your impression. I may be biased.”

She smiled. “That’s because you’re protective of McKenna.”

“I’m protective of all my operatives.”

“True, but whether you want to admit it or not, you have a special fondness for McKenna.”

Noah couldn’t deny it. He did feel much more like McKenna’s big brother than he did her boss. Not that he was technically her boss, since she still wasn’t officially employed by LCR. Even though all active LCR operatives were freelance and could work when they wanted, he considered them full-fledged employees. McKenna not so much.

LCR’s first encounter with McKenna had been unusual. One day, during the middle of an op involving the rescue of a young teenager, McKenna had just shown up. One of his operatives had been injured, unable to assist. McKenna had gone after one of the kidnappers, jumping on his back and taking him to the ground. Dylan had been on the op, along with Shea and Ethan. All three had regaled him with accounts of her bravery. Problem was, she’d disappeared as soon as the rescue was complete.

She had assisted once more, this time in Paris. Noah had been on the op and had cornered her before she could disappear. She hadn’t liked being trapped. Had been almost feral in her fear, as if she thought he was going to hold her. They’d talked … at least, as much as McKenna would talk. Noah had learned enough to know that not only was she incredibly brave and surprisingly skilled, she was also the most alone person he’d ever met. And he’d met a lot of alone people since starting LCR.

Though McKenna had never officially become an LCR operative, most of his people thought she was. Noah gave her that support and allowed her the anonymity for one very important reason: McKenna needed to feel that she was part of this organization, whether she realized it or not. Even though she turned him down every time he asked her to become an operative, he had high hopes that someday she would change her mind.

Thanks to McKenna, Skylar Maddox, Gabe’s wife, had been rescued several months back. Since the same person who’d held Skylar had also abducted Lucas Kane, McKenna was able to rescue him as well.

No one knew where McKenna had come from or even where she lived. Though Noah was more than aware that he could do his own investigation, he continued to refrain from it. At some point, he might have to. For right now, he wanted to allow McKenna the anonymity she obviously needed.

Samara had gotten to know her better than anyone at LCR, which was one of the many reasons he wanted his wife to meet Lucas Kane. The man had not stopped looking for McKenna from the moment he arrived home after his rescue. Noah wasn’t about to give up any secrets about McKenna, but he wanted Mara’s opinion on Kane. He trusted his wife’s judgment over anyone’s.

“So McKenna has no idea he’s looking for her?”

“She knows he’s looking. As you know, she got good instincts about that.” He and Samara both believed McKenna was hiding from someone. But until she was ready to ask for their help, all they could do was wait until she chose to trust them. “I just don’t think she knows how determined Kane is to find her.”

“Why do you think he is so determined?”

Noah shrugged. “Could be as simple as he wants to thank her, but somehow I think it’s more. With his contacting LCR, he either suspects we have an association with McKenna or he’s desperate and wants us to do something we don’t do as a rule. He knows we only search for people who are endangered in some way…. I’m interested in your observations. What you think he’s looking for.”

The buzzer sounded, alerting them that Kane was on his way. The man had called him three times before
Noah had agreed to see him. That he was being allowed to come to LCR headquarters was almost unprecedented. Only LCR operatives, or those Noah knew he could trust, were aware of this location. But Noah had an instinct for people. He’d met Kane years ago at a social event and had never forgotten that meeting. There was more to Lucas Kane than the man allowed most people to see.

Noah didn’t worry that Kane knew where LCR headquarters were. What did concern him was the man’s unusual fixation on McKenna. He wasn’t known to be obsessive … so why this time?

McKenna had given Noah the barest of facts on her rescue of Kane. Just that all three men holding him were killed. She’d reported that Kane was shot but only slightly wounded, and that she’d left as soon as Dylan Savage, another LCR operative, had picked him up. She also indicated that Kane had assisted in his own rescue.

Noah hadn’t pressed McKenna for more details. If she were officially with LCR he would have. However, with McKenna he treaded softly. Yes, he wanted to hire her as a full-time operative when she was ready, but that wasn’t the biggest reason. If he pressed, he greatly feared she would just up and disappear. The young woman needed LCR even if she wasn’t aware of it.

After the rescue, Dylan had dropped Kane at a local hospital before he regained consciousness. The official story was that Kane had been in Brazil on business and was jumped by some thugs. Having no publicity was better for LCR and, for that matter, Lucas Kane.

If one ignored nuances and went only on words, McKenna’s rescue of Kane had taken less than an hour. Noah sensed there was more. Something had happened in that time frame that had her even more skittish than usual. Even more reason to want to meet with the man.

At a knock on the door, Noah went around the desk and stood by Samara.

The instant Lucas entered Noah McCall’s office, he knew he’d get little or no cooperation from the head of Last Chance Rescue. And the petite, dark-haired woman at his side looked just as reticent.

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to persuade them otherwise. Lucas held out his hand. “Thank you for seeing me, Noah. It’s been a few years.”

As Noah shook his hand and introduced him to his wife, Lucas felt Samara McCall’s eyes assessing him. He was being given some kind of test, and apparently the lovely Mrs. McCall would be giving the final verdict.
Interesting
.

He settled onto the overstuffed chair McCall indicated and waited. As expected, Noah led the interrogation while his wife observed.

Seated across from him, McCall leaned forward. “You said you were looking for a young woman?”

“You may have heard that I had a bit of trouble in Brazil a few months back.”

McCall’s expression didn’t change as he nodded.

“Truth is … while I was in Peru on business, I was abducted from my hotel room there and ended up in Brazil. With help from the authorities, I kept it quiet … conducted my own investigation. The people who assisted in the abduction were caught. However, there was a young woman there … she rescued me, but disappeared before I could thank her.”

“This young woman … what was her name?”

Frustration and admiration dueled within Lucas. Going on nothing but instinct, he was almost certain his ghost had some sort of association with LCR. McCall was apparently going to pretend otherwise.

“She gave no name … other than Ghost.”

McCall’s mouth quirked slightly. “Ghost?”

“Yes. Unfortunately I lost consciousness before I could inquire further. When I woke in the hospital, she was nowhere to be found. I was told a man brought me there, leaving no information other than my name.”

“I’m surprised you came to us. You know we only search for those who have been abducted or are missing.”

“I’d like for you to make an exception in my case.”

“And why would I do that?”

“I think she may be in trouble.”

McCall’s expression didn’t change, but his wife’s shoulders stiffened, confirming Lucas’s suspicions. They did indeed know her.

“What sort of trouble?” McCall asked.

Lucas shrugged. Even as much as he wanted to find her, he felt an odd loyalty to his ghost. Describing the expression in her eyes … How do you describe a look that on one hand has the innocence of a fawn, but at the same time reveals a stark hell?

His innocence was long gone; he had a familiarity with hell. That look was something he’d seen in his own eyes from time to time. Along with hollowness, emptiness. Extreme sadness. He would mention none of these. Odd really, but he felt as if a secret had been shared between them. He was loath to break their silent bond. Those naked moments with his ghost would remain theirs alone.

Aware that McCall waited for an answer, Lucas shrugged. “She looked as though she needed a friend. I’d like to be able to help her in whatever she needs.”

“I’m sure you’ve hired your own investigators to find her. Why come to us?” McCall asked.

“For one, LCR is the best at finding people. My investigators have come up dry.”

“And the other reason?”

“I thought perhaps she was affiliated with your organization.”

“Why would you think that?”

Lucas shrugged. “She rescued me.”

McCall frowned. “We are hired to rescue. We rarely become involved unless asked.”

While he knew that was true, he also knew that LCR would and had rescued when they saw a need, whether they were paid for it or not.

“How did your rescue go down?”

This was the first time Samara McCall had asked anything. Her question surprised Lucas. He had figured Noah would be the more direct interrogator. So far, McCall had been subtle; Samara McCall cut to the chase. Did her question hold a secret agenda?

Nevertheless, he described how he’d been abducted from his hotel room while he was on business. He glossed over the disgusting details of his sickness, along with the infuriating information about the beatings he’d endured while he’d been ill. He explained his first meeting with the young woman who had rescued him, along with her apparent association with Victor.

“Could this woman have not just decided that she’d had enough of Victor and turned on him?” McCall asked.

That’s exactly what Lucas had told himself many times since then. She was just one of Victor’s people who’d decided to betray him, and Lucas happened to benefit from that. None of that rang true. She’d let him go instead, saved his life. Seemed genuinely concerned for his welfare. And she’d asked for nothing in return.