Free Out of the Dark by Geri Foster Page A

don’t know that’s not his plan. Guys in London might have just been following an order to deliver you to Marino.”
    “Could be,” Mac said. “But after all this time?”
    “Grudges last forever, son, and in his mind, you’re the reason his sister is dead.”
    “I didn’t kill her. A Mexican sniper took her out, not me.”
    “No matter, you kidnapped her out of that convent outside of France.”
    Mac didn’t like being reminded of that. He hadn’t meant for it to go down that way. But when the shooting s tarted, there was no stopping. Angelina Marino was in the crossfire.
    “I didn’t mean for her to be killed.”
    “I know that, but Marino doesn’t care. It’s a matter of family honor.”
    “He doesn’t have any fucking honor.”
    “Tell him about you being tagged,” Brody said.
    Mac leaned back and propped his elbows on the chair, his palms clasped. “I went to the snitch in St. Petersburg like we arranged. He gave me the thumb drive I sent to the NSA. When I walked out of the apartment, I looked down and three guys were waiting on the bottom landing for me. I took out two, cleared a window and started running.”
    “That assignment came straight from the DOD,” Frank said. “That snitch had valuable information that the  President wanted kept out of enemy hands.”
    “I called Tony and he found me a ride to Moscow. When I hit the city limits, you direct ed me to Em’s...Ms. Richards’ hotel.”
    “I’m with you so far,” Frank said.
    “Okay, I’m there less than a couple hours and two guys bust in the door with killing on their minds and loaded guns in their hands.”
    “You get caught on the hotel surveillance camera?” Brody asked.
    “They didn’t see my face,” Mac said. “Then Ms. Richards and I get to her fancy private plane and a goddamn RPG comes flying at us out of nowhere.”
    “I got that phone call,” Frank grumbled.
    “Then we get to London and there are three of Marino’s guys waiting for us. Said Bruno sent them.” Mac stood and started pacing the office. “This is where it gets interesting.” He looks back at Frank and Brody. “The guys wanting to kill us knew Em’s name. And that she was in possession of a high level camera she’d been testing for a friend.”
    “What? ” Brody whistled softly. “Damn, this would make a good movie.”
    “What the hell is this about a camera?” Frank asked then looked at Brody. “And every mission we take could be a movie.”
    Mac waved him off. “I’ll let her tell you about that. But back to what I was saying. We make it out of Heathrow alive only to land at DFW and find more men waiting for us. I don’t know what’s going on, but someone has hacked my signal.”
    “I don’t think anyone can do that,” Frank said rubbing his chin. “I’m the only person who knows where you guys are all the time.”
    “Who tells you?” Brody asked.
    Silence grew like a balloon filling with water. Frank picked up the phone. “Get Josh Bozeman on the phone.”
    “I didn’t know anyone could hack into our system,” Brody added.
    Frank put his hand over the receiver. “They can’t.”
    “ Bozeman!” Frank shouted into the phone. “One of my guys has been compromised. Mac McKinsey. Don’t bother to ask me how I know. I just do. You find out how this happened, who the son of a bitch is, and I want him hung out to dry. I want Mac’s signal changed immediately. You fix this mess. You got twelve hours, or I’m coming to Washington to tear somebody apart.”
    Frank slammed the phone down, leaned back in his chair and studied Mac.
    “Should we have my chip removed?” Mac asked.
    Frank shook his head. “No, that won’t be necessary. It’s all going to work out. Trust me.”
    That scared Mac more than anything he’d been thrown lately.
    “You get those three guys from the airport locked up?” Mac asked.
    “Yeah.” Frank smiled. “You and Brody go pay them a visit.”
    “Em’s cleaning up. She’ll only be a