The Phoenix (4 page)

Nevertheless, he’d signed on and he would deliver. He’d learned many things at the hands of his father—not to be afraid of hard work, that whatever was started had to be finished and how to treat a lady, just to name a few—but probably the most important lesson, the one that had served him the best, was to do what he said he would do. In fact, many of the world’s problems today could probably be solved by people simply adhering to that code—appreciating honor, carefully, thoughtfully considering a commitment before making it.

Payne’s cool gaze found his. “We realize that this is a different kind of work from what you’re used to,” he said, as though reading the thoughts straight out of Jay’s head. “But we’re providing a needed service, using our particular skill set to its best civilian advantage. Sometimes that’s providing protection for visiting politicians, sometimes that’s recovering kidnapped dogs.”

Jamie grinned. “And the accommodations and company aren’t half bad either.”

Jay chuckled softly. “I won’t lie and say that it won’t take some getting used to, but that was going to be the issue with any new position outside the military.”

Guy’s expression was nonchalant, but his gaze was speculatively keen. “Colonel Garrett wasn’t terribly forthcoming on why you decided to leave the military.”

Smooth, but ultimately a lost cause. Jay merely smiled. Much as he appreciated his new career, he didn’t owe them an explanation any more than he’d owed it to Garrett.

A loaded silence followed, then Payne broke it by handing him a laptop bag. “Here’s your computer,” he said. “It’s equipped with all the software you’ll need as well as interfaced with the programs we have here. Your gun is in there, as well as your permit to carry concealed.” He gave him the code to enter the building and handed him a cell phone and set of keys. “To your apartment,” he said. “Which is conveniently located in this building. It’s stocked with all necessary items to get you started. Feel free to change whatever you wish regarding the decorating and whatnot. I just like to make sure that everything is ready for immediate occupancy. Typically there isn’t a lot of time between being hired and setting to work.”

Jay grinned. Evidently not. “Thank you,” he said. True to his reputation, it appeared that Brian Payne had thought of everything.

A thought struck. “Where is the Betterworth estate?”

“It’s in Asheville,” Payne told him.

“Roughly a three-hour drive,” Jamie chimed in.

Jay stood and expelled a short breath, then smiled. “I suppose I’d better get on the road then.”

“Keep us apprised,” Payne said, pushing to his feet, as well. “And if you need anything on this end, just give us a call.”

Jay nodded and, assignment and objective in hand, made his exit.

“Never fear, Truffles,” he muttered darkly under his breath. “I’m on my way.”

PAYNE WAITED UNTIL HE was certain Jay was out of earshot and then turned and arched a questioning brow at his partners. “Well, what do you think?”

Guy chuckled softly. “I think he’s wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into. Did you see the look on his face when you handed him the picture of the dog?”

Jamie’s laugh was just as low. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and grinned. “That was priceless.”

“You have to admit this case is a bit of a stretch, though,” Guy conceded, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “Rescuing Truffles is about as far from Iraq as you can get.”

No doubt that’s what Jay Weatherford was thinking right now, Payne mused. “Be that as it may, Truffles is worth a fortune. There’s a lot of money at stake.” He paused. “And finding the dog isn’t the only problem he’s going to have to deal with,” Payne added, his tone ominous.

Guy and Jamie both turned to look at him. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“That’s because it’s not. I had a message from Aggie Tippins this morning when I came in. While the Betterworth family has hired us to look for the animal, Aggie has contracted her own help.”

Guy’s eyes rounded and Jamie leaned forward. “What?” they chorused. “But why?”

“Evidently Aggie isn’t certain that the family’s motives are as much for the welfare of the dog as they are about making sure their inheritance isn’t jeopardized.”

“I wouldn’t argue with that,” Jamie said, grimacing. “But who has she hired?”

Payne hesitated. “Falcon Security.”

Guy swore hotly and Jamie, evidently disgusted, tossed what remained of his snack aside. While the new company hadn’t undercut any of their business—though they’d tried—they’d certainly made a nuisance of themselves by plastering their flyers from one end of Ranger Security’s block to the other. More than anything, the upstart agency was a pain in the ass.

“Dammit to hell—”

“Why on earth—”

“That’s only the half of it,” Payne interrupted them. “They’ve put their newest agent on the case. Guess who it is?”

Jamie’s eyes widened with dawning comprehension. “Oh, no. Surely you don’t mean—”

Guy inhaled, his gaze darting to Payne. “The hell you say—”

“Surely, yes, gentlemen,” Payne told them. “Aggie’s agent is Charlie Martin.”

Silence momentarily reigned as the three of them considered the implications of this news.

“She’s going to be a nightmare,” Jamie said, staring blankly at the wall.

Guy chuckled darkly. “A pissed-off, determined-to-prove-herself nightmare, to be more exact.” He glanced at Payne. “Should we warn Jay?”

Payne shook his head. “There’s no need. He’s going to find out soon enough himself.”

“So much for this not being a war,” Guy remarked. “Something tells me Jay’s going to be doing battle in ways he never anticipated.”

Very true, Payne thought. And though he would never admit it to his partners, unbelievably…his money was on Charlie.

3

THOUGH CHARLIE IMAGINED this was a beautiful drive during the summer months when the leaves were in full display, there was something strangely creepy about the bare branches tangling together in a naked arbor along the driveway that led up to the Betterworth estate. It looked like something directly out of a Tim Burton film, she thought, glad when the bizarre gnarled arch opened onto a large pebbled driveway. The house was actually smaller than she’d expected, given the ones she’d passed as she’d drawn nearer to the residence. Her lips twisted. Of course, as she’d never been inside any multi-million-dollar homes, her mind had supplied Daddy Warbucks’s mansion as her only point of reference.

And the admittedly grand stone manor house before her hardly resembled that. In fact, given the various vines growing up the facade and over the side portico, the home looked as though it would be better suited to the English countryside. Smoke even curled from three different chimneys along the roof. A large fountain featuring frolicking nymphs—naked, of course—stood in the middle of the manicured lawn closest to the house, water burbling from open fish mouths around the perimeter. Three red-winged blackbirds sat on the edge in an odd little row, evidently taunting a large gray cat that lay crouched in the grass. The image made her smile.

Her back weary from the drive, Charlie pulled up beneath the portico and shifted into Park. By the time she’d reached into the passenger seat to grab her purse and her notebook—she still preferred plain old pencil and paper to take notes—a man in a black suit had opened the door for her. “Good afternoon, madam. I assume you are here to see Ms. Aggie?”

Not accustomed to curbside service, as it were, Charlie smiled up at him and nodded. “That’s right. I’m Charlie Martin, with Falcon Security.” Though she would rather have been able to say that she was with Ranger Security, they hadn’t wanted her, the narrow-minded bastards. For an instant renewed anger swelled within her, but she determinedly beat it back. True, Falcon hadn’t been her first choice, but they’d hired her—given her the chance that Ranger hadn’t—and deserved her very best.

She fully intended to give it to them.

Though she’d been given a couple of small jobs—to prove herself, she imagined—this was her first substantial case. Yes, it was a dognapping. But this wasn’t just
any
dog—it was the richest dog in the country and there were millions of dollars at stake upon its safe return. Operation Truffles couldn’t be a more ridiculous name for this assignment—which was what the Falcon brothers had dubbed it—but there was nothing absurd about what the Betterworth family ultimately had to lose. Charlie desperately wanted to reunite the little dog with her caretaker and hoped that whoever had snatched the animal wasn’t being cruel to it or worse, had already followed through with their threat to kill it. Miserable SOBs. Cruelty of any kind made her blood boil.

Charlie followed the gentleman through the large foyer down a central hall that led to a magnificent library. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined the interior, the woodwork a dark rich mahogany, deeply carved and beautiful. An enormous fireplace anchored one wall, a cozy blaze flickering in the hearth. Lots of poufy velvet-covered chairs were positioned around the room, plush multicolored rugs blanketed the floor and various globes and knickknacks added a certain lived-in atmosphere. The scents of cinnamon and leather hung in the air and the combination conjured a burst of nostalgia for her grandfather, for whom she’d been named. David Charles Martin had been a lifelong reader and had favored cinnamon tobacco.

He’d also been one hell of a cop and was the only one in her family who hadn’t expressed disappointment when she’d announced her career change. He’d merely looked at her with those kind, wise eyes, asked her if she was certain—hadn’t demanded an explanation or plagued her with why—and, when she’d nodded, that had been the end of the conversation. She inwardly scowled.

Would that it had gone so easily with her father, who still wasn’t speaking to her.

When her older brother Jack had elected to join the military—ironically,
he
was a Ranger—instead of following the law enforcement path of their father, it was Charlie who Jack Martin, Senior, had turned to in order to continue the tradition. And she had, for as long as she was able to stand it. But she refused to spend the rest of her life in a career simply to appease her father. Life was too short for that.

“Ms. Martin to see you, Ms. Aggie,” her escort announced.

Ms. Aggie, who’d been hidden behind one of the chair backs in front of the fire, turned and a relieved smile promptly slid across her rosy painted lips. She was older than Charlie had anticipated, with a wreath of snowy white hair crowning her head and cheeks that weren’t quite plump enough to smooth out the wrinkles. Laugh lines were etched deeply at the corners of her eyes, suggesting a happy spirit and a willingness to find humor in almost any situation. Probably not this one, but… She wore a pretty pink fleece outfit with delicate embroidery around the collar, a pair of shockingly white Keds and reading glasses covered in daisies.

Charlie liked her instantly.

“Ms. Martin,” she said warmly as Charlie strode forward to shake her hand. It was thin, but surprisingly strong. “I’m so glad that you could come on such short notice, but as I explained to your superior, time is of the essence.”

“Of course.”

She gestured for Charlie to sit, then turned to the gentleman who’d shown her in. “Smokey, could you ask Jasmine to bring a tray of tea and sandwiches, please?” She glanced at Charlie. “I’m sure you’re hungry after the drive.”

She’d actually gone through a drive-through on the way over, but didn’t want to appear rude. “Thank you,” Charlie said.

“It’s no problem, dear. It’s rare we have guests, so we all look forward to having company. I’ve had the Rose Room readied for your stay.”

Charlie blinked. She hadn’t been aware that she was going to be staying on the estate, had actually planned to get a room in town. She smiled uncertainly. “Er, I—”

“It’s all settled,” she insisted. “It’ll be easier for you to keep me apprised of what’s going on and, though I know you’ll have to go off and investigate, it’ll be best for all of us if you just make this your base camp. Though the family has hired their own detective, he’ll receive the same accommodation. I thought that would be better,” she said. “Perhaps the two of you can share information.”

The more Ms. Aggie talked, the more confused Charlie became, and knew that her expression was one of frozen perplexity. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying to hang onto a few threads of the conversation. “The family has hired their own detective? I’m not working for them?”