one more day, but smiled his acceptance.
“Well, Tag, I have a few calls to make. I’ll see you around the hotel
tomorrow.”
Tag
tilted his drink in Alex’s direction. “Goodnight, Ben.”
Alex
made his way slowly back to his room. He was ready to get on with this
assignment. The quicker it was completed, the quicker he could get back to
Savannah. He briefly thought about finding someone to help him wile away the time, but his mind immediately brought into
focus the picture of him and his Spanish beauty standing in front of the
mirror, their bodies entwined. Her breast swaying to the beat
of their passion.
He
sighed deeply and raked a hand over his blonde hair. It’d been a long time
since he’d let a woman get next to him. He wondered if the only reason he
wanted her was because she’d been the one to leave? Maybe he’d been alone too long. He thought once he got back home he’d give the
Vance brothers a call, maybe take them up on their offer of long ago to go up
to the lake house. He really needed a change in his life.
He’d been thinking for a while that it was
finally time for him to get out of this game. He wanted more than the half-life
the agency allowed him. Maybe he’d go into business for himself. It seemed to
be working for his buddy, Slater, who had a successful private investigation
business in Charleston. That would be his obvious choice as well.
He lay
down, fully clothed, as these thoughts swirled in his mind. Frustration at
playing this game was eating at him. Hurry up and wait… hurry up and wait.
~*M*~
Alex
used the next day to survey maps of the area they were going to the next day
looking for possible dump sites. The problem was that the jungle was so dense.
If the missiles were buried, he’d never find them.
He made
a list of everything he’d need, then checked it against the supplies he had. He
went out about mid-afternoon to pick up a couple of spare cameras. He wandered
around Mexico City afterwards and finally ended up in a small cantina. He
ordered a margarita on the rocks and sipped it as he snacked on chips and
salsa. While he kept calling himself every kind of fool, he couldn’t stop the
tightening of his stomach muscles every time a new Hispanic woman with long
wavy dark hair entered the small restaurant. For just an instant each time, he
thought he’d found her again. But each time, it would be a stranger. Finally
tiring of the disappointment and self-recriminations, he paid his tab and went
back to the hotel. He ate a solitary dinner in the dining room before heading
back. He found Tag had left him a voicemail in his room letting him know they
were all meeting in the lobby at seven a.m. and would leave from there.
After
showering and packing up his room, he lay down and closed his eyes. Finally,
tomorrow he could really begin his mission. By this time tomorrow, he’d be deep
within the dense jungle. Maybe then he would stop thinking about a certain
little devil.
Chapter 5
Alex
rose early the next morning and his former edginess evaporated. He thrived on
the thrill of the game. He retrieved a luggage cart and loaded his numerous
bags onto it. He did one more walk-through of his room, but thought he’d packed
everything. He placed a quick call to Jacob Roundtree before heading
downstairs. He arrived at six-thirty and checked out. Moving to the outer edges
of the lobby, he sat on the one of the couches and nursed his third cup of
coffee as he waited. It wasn’t long before others, whom he assumed were on the
team, began to converge in the area.
When he
saw Tag coming off the elevator, he rose to his feet and bent to pick up his
duffle. He’d just straightened and slung his bag over his shoulder, when he saw her . She’d obviously ridden the
elevator down with Tag. His breath squeezed from his lungs. She was just as
stunning as he’d remembered. Today, unlike the night they’d met, her long hair
was gathered back in a ponytail. She