Spy Catcher: The J.J. McCall Novels (Books 1-3) (The FBI Espionage Series) (29 page)

Chapter 48

“All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom; justice; honor; duty; mercy; hope…”   Winston Churchill

J
.J. touched her pocket again and looked at Tony, her eyes confessing her intentions before she spoke. Tony shook his head, his eyes pleading, begging her not to go through with it. She could refuse, walk away, and her life would be better. Problem was, J.J. had a realization at that moment. She wanted something else, something better than...
better
.

She sighed deeply, then responded. “Oh no, I’m fine,” she said. “I forgot where I put my key. It’s in my purse. Getting forgetful in my old age.”

Freeman nodded and smiled. “Ohhh, I understand. Anyway, to continue our discussion, yes, head up. Each agency involved is providing one representative. The FBI has lead on all domestic issues. The Agency has lead on overseas activities, with the exception of those directly involving military personnel, which will be handled by DIA. Are we understood?”

“Yes, sir. But the Agency doesn’t really play well with others,” J.J. said as they neared the conference room door.

Freeman stopped and turned to them as he placed his hand on the door knob. He whispered, “I know. But you’ve got find a way to work it out.” He locked his gaze on J.J. “If you’re capable of clearing Jack, you’re capable of cooperating with the CIA for the good of this country.”

Her lips parted in surprise.

“Now let’s get inside. Everyone is waiting.”

“Everyone?” Tony said.

Freeman turned the knob and pushed the door open.

“Come in so I can introduce you to your new team. Everyone meet Special Agents Antonio Donato and J.J. McCall.”

Tony led the duo across the threshold, and her eyes circled the room   absorbing all the unfamiliar faces until her gaze locked on his. She’d plunged straight into her own personal and professional hell.

J.J. gasped as her heart plummeted through the seven floors beneath them; she felt woozy.

Tony caught her arm to stabilize her. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” she replied in an equally hushed tone.

Meanwhile, as she got her bearings, Freeman moved to the head of the conference room, inviting Tony and J.J. to take the two seats flanking his. He remained standing to speak.

“If you saw the six o’clock news last night, I’m sure these two need no introduction.”

Everyone laughed as the two culprits smiled sheepishly.

“Welcome to Task Force PHANTOM HUNTER” Freeman said. “Now, if we can go around the room so everyone can introduce themselves?”

The first to respond was a dark-haired, doe-eyed, Italian-to-Greek bombshell sitting to Tony’s right. “Hello everyone. Gianna Campioni. I’m with DIA and have been working counterintelligence and force protection issues for the past ten years.”

Tony’s entire face lit up when he heard her name, which did not escape J.J.’s notice.

“La vostra famiglia Siciliana?” he asked her, his Italian sounding better than it had since she’d met him.

“Si, mio padre,” she responded, her voice floating as if on a cloud. When Tony finally remembered J.J. was sitting across the table eyeing him with a lethal stare, he mouthed, “She’s Sicilian. Her father.”

J.J. rolled her eyes.

“Glad to be part of the team. Looking forward to working with all of you,” she said, eying Tony as if to direct her message toward him and him only.

In the seat next to Gianna sat the next team member. NSA, J.J. guessed. He looked like the child Steve Urkel and Pee Wee Herman would produce if men could mate and bear children. He ran his hand across his moussed-back mane and pushed his oversized frames securely onto the bridge of his nose.

“I’m Walter Lowenstein . . . with No Such Agency,” he joked, nearly snorting himself into a coma. More sound funneled through his nose than his mouth. “I’ve been with NSA’s Cyber Counterintelligence Unit for the past eight years.”

Last but not least—
him
. His smug smile spread half way across the room as he stood to introduce himself and ensure everyone could absorb the essence of him in all of his chocolate glory. No sooner than he reached the full upright position did Tony’s jaw drop. It appeared that he finally recognized the man from the picture in J.J.’s living room. He snapped his head toward J.J., who could only shake hers and shrug.
It’s not as if I could’ve planned it
, she thought.
And you have your nerve after making goo-goo eyes with Missa Thanga over there
. From what J.J. could see, Gianna had nearly exploded with orgasm at the sight of Tony.

J.J. gripped her chair and braced herself as the sound of his voice had been known to transform her to mush, and J.J. mush would not be professional for an agent leading a task force.

“Hello, all. My name is Grayson Chance,” he announced, his voice oozing a velvet tenor. Then he stared at the object of his affection. “But you can call me Six.”

Her skin tingled but did not itch, warning her more was at work than her lie detector capabilities.

“I’m CEG—Counterespionage Group. I’ve been working counterintelligence and CE issues for fifteen years, including a couple of tours at Moscow station. And this will be my second chance with Agent McCall,” he said, feigning a Freudian slip. “I mean...my second time
working
with Agent McCall.”

She surveyed the floor for any sign of a hole she might be able to dive into head first.

“Okaaaay,” said Director Freeman, eying J.J. with his eyebrows raised. “I have a meeting to attend on the Hill. I’m sure you can all take it from here. I expect great work.”

He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

“Hmmm...carry on! Best idea I’ve heard all day, right Agent McCall?”

Every eye in the room turned toward her, waiting for her reaction to the not-subtle flirt. “He’s such a…kidder,” she replied.

Translation: asshole.

She stood to make an announcement that would end her misery, at least for the day. “As you can all imagine, Agent Donato and I have a fair bit of paperwork to submit before the day’s end. So let’s say we adjourn this meeting until 9:00 a.m. Monday?”

Everyone looked around the room, shrugged, and then nodded their heads in agreement.

“Great! We’ll meet here first thing Monday. We have a difficult task ahead of us. Please come prepared to discuss your agency’s reporting.”

Gianna and Walter led the pack out the door with Tony and J.J. straggling behind. Perhaps out of a desire to take one last look, J.J. had the fool notion to glance back at Six. He hung back in his cocky stance, his hungry eyes feasting on J.J. as if she was seasoned and seared au jus.

“Agent McCall, may I speak to you for a sec?” Six asked in the sexy way he asked for shit.

J.J. paused before questioning what harm a quick word or two could do. It would give her the perfect opportunity to tell Six there was a new sheriff—or FBI agent—in town. Tony wouldn’t go far with Six in the room, at least she hoped he wouldn’t.

J.J. turned to Tony. “I’ll be out in a minute. And just a minute,” she emphasized.

“All right,” Tony said, hesitant to leave the room. “I’ll be waiting for you.
Out here
.” He pointed at his watch. “Don’t forget we have a deadline.”

“I’m on it!” she said, comforted by his concern. When the door shut, she snapped her head toward Six and hissed, “What is it, Six? I’ve got work to do!”

“Awww, why you gotta be like that, J.J.?” he sang in his usual sexy serenade. “Why haven’t you returned my calls? Didn’t you miss me?”

She replied with stone silence; he could take her quiet defiance however he chose to. Her glare shanked him with jagged daggers if he needed a clue.

“Well,” he said, invading her body bubble, standing so close she could tell him the day and hour he bought her favorite hypnotic scent, which he no doubt wore for the sole purpose of tormenting her. “I think it’s only fair to warn you that I don’t really give a damn about this case, although you know I’ll excel at my job. I can’t help it.”

J.J. rolled her eyes.

“I came back for one thing and only one thing—you.”

She waited for the itch, any sensation to remind her of the liar she knew him to be.

Nothing.

No matter. Just because he came back for her didn’t mean his intentions were honorable. This was Six after all.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’m not avail—”

At once, his mouth lunged into hers, dancing a slow and easy drag. She struggled to fight him off, but her lips and body waved the white flag about five seconds after they touched. By the time she regained consciousness and pressed her hand against his chest to force him backward, the door had opened.

“J.J. you about . . .” Tony froze, paralyzed by the sight of J.J. in Six’s arms, his lips parting from hers. “Uhhhh . . . I can see you’re not...ready yet. I’m just gonna head back to the office and get started,” he said, storming away in a huff.

“Six! What the hell’s wrong with you?” She pointed to the door as if she was kicking him out of her house . . . again. “Get out!”

“Hmph. I see you have some unfinished business to take care of,” he said coolly as he pimped toward the door. He glanced over his shoulder and winked. “I’ll leave for now, but baby, handle your business, so I can handle mine. Because I’m back—for good.”

J.J. groaned as she watched him leave, wondering how he could create so much chaos in a little less than five minutes. It was Six’s way, bursting into J.J.’s life like a human tornado, powerful and equally destructive. She collapsed in a chair, threw her head back, and looked to the heavens. Then she slipped the gold-plated badge from her leather belt and eyed that powerful yet graceful eagle once again.

“God,” she said. “I love your sense of humor...but this is so not funny.”

Her mouth began to salivate as she thought about the drink she wanted but couldn’t have. She reached into her purse to get a couple sticks of Trident to relieve the urge when she felt an old mini-fridge bottle of Smirnov left from a trip to the New York office several months ago. She preferred the mini bottles. They were just enough to soothe the nerves, never enough to get fall-out-of-the-chair intoxicated. That’s all she needed.

She exhaled and mumbled under her breath. “Why Six? Why now?”

Sunnie, who just happened to be passing on her way to drop off some files to Wendell, stuck her head in the door a minute later. She noticed J.J. sitting alone. “Hey! Is everything okay in here?”

J.J. choked past the heat in her throat and turned to Sunnie with a pasted on smile. “I’m...fine, Sunnie. Just fine.”

One step forward. Two steps back.

Now available, the next exciting installment in this series…

Winner! 2014 Next Generation Indie Book Award for Multicultural Fiction