Free A View to a Thrill (Masters and Mercenaries Book 7) by Lexi Blake

You’re obviously not at home. I’ve sent people there. Are you with Weston?”
    “Hang up that bloody phone, Chelsea.” Simon didn’t keep his voice down this time.
    But she couldn’t listen to him. Al needed her. “Don’t hurt him.” Albert Krum wasn’t violent. He could be a bit mercenary but then he’d helped her take down some nasty organizations, too. He’d helped her move money from some big corporations to orphans in the Sudan. He’d played pranks on dumbass CEOs and he sent her links to YouTube videos where dogs did cute things. Al was her friend. Her real friend. She couldn’t let him hang.
    “I don’t want to, but one does what one must, Miss Dennis. It’s my job and I’ll do it if you don’t tell me where the information is. He sent you a file folder. I can’t tell if he did it by mail or in virtual form. His lie detection was inconclusive. I only know that he sent the information to you and he truly cares for you. He believes you two are friends. I have a gun to his head right now. Is he your friend? Do you want me to pull the trigger? He won’t tell me where he sent it except to you.”
    “Don’t.” She couldn’t be the reason he died. She just didn’t know the information this guy needed. “Maybe he sent it to my home. I’ve been gone for a couple of weeks. I didn’t get all of my mail. I’ll go and look.”
    She’d already looked and someone had sent her a damn bomb. In two different ways. It wasn’t at her place. But in that moment, she would promise him anything to make sure Al lived.
    That smooth as silk voice didn’t hesitate. “No. Your home has already been thoroughly searched. It’s not there. Where else would he have sent it in order to reach you? I’m not foolish, Miss Dennis. I know who you are. You’re The Broker. You have more than one address. Tell me now or I’ll put a slug through your friend’s brain.”
    If Al wouldn’t tell them then he was serious about it. “I don’t know, but I can find out. I do have more than one place he could have sent it to. You have to give me time. I can’t just hop on the net and find out. Some of those places require a personal visit. Give me time.”
    Simon practically jumped on her. She felt his body slam into hers and then he was reaching for her phone. He easily wrestled the phone away. He hung up with a flick of his thumb.
    “Simon!”
    He stepped back, his eyes on the phone. “You were on the line for long enough for them to trace you. That’s why they let him call you in the first place. Damn it. You have five minutes. We’re leaving in three hundred seconds. If it isn’t in your hands or on your body, it’s staying here.”
    He took the phone and tossed it on the table and then started to walk away.
    “How could you hang up like that?” She felt like her feet were glued to the floor. He’d just ruined everything.
    When Simon turned, all of their prior intimacy was gone and there was nothing left but the cold-blooded agent who would do his job as surely as the man who had spoken to her on the phone. “Don’t look at me like that. They would have killed him anyway. It was inevitable. I don’t know who they are yet, but I know the type. When it comes to their plots, everyone dies. There is no exchange with men like this. Your friend was dead the moment he took that job, and he was obviously trying to warn you about something. He could have told them where he stashed the package and allowed them to retrieve it and likely kill you as well. He did the right thing by handling the situation the way he did. He kept his bloody mouth shut so you could have a chance. Now get your things so his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”
    She started to pick up her phone. Maybe she could call them back, offer whoever was on the other end of the line a deal. Maybe she could still save Al. “Simon, you have to let me call back. He’s my friend. He was a good friend. He even came out to Venice to meet me once. I can’t just let