Breach Of Trust

No way was he sitting around waiting for Phoenix to make a slip. He’d get Meghan to talk, find out her connection and resume the pursuit. This did not end here. As far as Tate was concerned, he’d be the one to call the final shots, not a coward who hid behind a computer screen.

The light in the truck faded into shadow as someone passed between the morning sun and his passenger window.

The truck door eased open, and Meghan slid in. The scent of coffee and some kind of citrus soap drifted in with her. “You’re back already?”

Tate nodded, not trusting himself to keep the anger out of his voice if he spoke. He needed to be gentle and noncombative if he wanted answers.

“What happened?” Meghan McGuire never spoke softly. She definitely thought something was wrong if she was bringing out a soothing voice now.

Guess she wasn’t mad anymore. Hopefully she’d softened enough to talk.

Tate lifted his head to find her scanning his face, his chest, as though she was assessing him for wounds. Even though the action was utterly professional, her scrutiny made him warm in places he’d long thought cold, especially after what he’d seen this morning. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was definitely something he shouldn’t be feeling.

The familiar scent of her, the fact she hadn’t changed a bit since their last op together, settled the spinning thoughts that had refused to be grasped since he’d arrived at Isaac’s house hours ago. There had always been something about Meghan McGuire, and having her reappear in the midst of this current chaos was too much for him to hold his silence.

He caught her gaze and stopped her perusal of him. “Isaac’s crew is dead.”

She stiffened. “All of them?”

“Executed.” The word hit the air hot and violent, with all the anger he’d been trying to hide.

Beside him, she dug her fingers into the faded denim covering her knees, the only outward sign she was internalizing what had happened. After a long moment, she relaxed her hold. “Because I got away.”

“Because I let you go.” While there was nothing he could have done differently, the death of six men was still tough, even if those six men were morally bankrupt criminals.

Death was never easy. They’d both seen enough of it to know life was the most precious of commodities. It was doubly hard when Jesus wasn’t in the picture. No more second chances for the heart after it stopped.

The thought made his hands tingle, and he dragged them along the seat again, trying to wipe off the sensation. “It seems Phoenix wants you badly if he’s willing to execute the guys he thinks let you slip away.”

The silence between them was broken by the clicks and pops of the motor as it cooled in the early morning air. Tate let the silence settle, giving Meghan time to see the gravity of the situation and the need for her to lay out her story. He wanted to drag the information out of her, but he knew better.

“We’ve got to find out what he wants.” Meghan hit on the objective. “Because if we don’t, he’ll keep on coming after both of us.” She looked away, chewing her bottom lip.

Forget him. This was all about Meghan. This mission was no longer simply about tracking Phoenix and derailing his plans. It was about keeping the hacker from tracking Meghan. She was important to this shadow man for some reason, and he had to find out why. He just had to convince Ethan of it.

Actually, he didn’t. Since he wasn’t an official part of the team, he was technically free to do whatever he wanted. But Ethan wouldn’t let him go easily, not after all this time and not without backup.

“Tate? Your mind’s going a hundred miles an hour. Clue me in.”

He wanted to laugh, and probably would have if the situation hadn’t been so dire. Yep. She hadn’t changed. She was still his Meghan. Direct as ever. She’d long ago learned how to draw him out of his thoughts, and she’d push relentlessly until he talked.

She didn’t need to pressure him though. The tension kept building inside him, pushing against his skin and throbbing in his head. Talking it out with the woman who’d once tagged along on his every thought process would be a relief. Of course, he’d never tell her so. “I no longer have an in. I have no way of gaining access to our hacker. He’s assuming he killed everybody in Isaac’s gang. I waltz in and tell him I was part of his group and I’m alive, then I’ve signed a death warrant.” Especially after what he’d seen. “We were close.”

He clenched his fist, wanting to pound it on the dash until the pain made him forget everything else. “This hacker...he wants you specifically, and he’ll kill to get to you.” He turned in the seat, the vinyl squeaking a protest at the motion. More than anything, Tate wanted to ask her why, but that line of questioning was a delicate one he’d have to draw out over time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t time they had. “I think the best plan is to get you to Virginia, and then I can come here knowing you’re out of—”

“Absolutely not.” The denial was firm, brooking no argument. “I don’t run, and you know it.” Something in her expression shifted. She turned away, facing the windshield, then back to him. “I’m going to the school.”

“Absolutely not.” He hadn’t signed off on her going to the school. No way was she putting herself in the crosshairs.

“I’m going with or without you. If he’s been in my system, then the school’s computer is all you’ve got left to link to him.”

“Remote in.” Meghan was a computer genius, one of the best in the world. She could hack her own system remotely in the time it would take him to make scrambled eggs for breakfast. There was no need for her to step into the building.

“No.”

“I said you’re not going.” The situation was spinning even faster out of control, her tenacity wresting it from his grasp. Her stubborn nature was burned into his memory. She’d march into Phoenix’s lair unarmed and fight to the death before she’d go into hiding. Meghan wasn’t a coward, but Meghan had to realize sometimes the bravest course of action was to step away and regroup, come out fresh. “I’ll go. You can walk me through it or you can remote in, but—”

“No. There are too many variables for me to walk you through it. If I remote in, he’ll track me here. I’d rather march into a building he knows I frequent than lead him to our one place to hide.”

No matter how much Tate wanted to keep arguing this, she was right. Worse, she’d never pull back. All she’d do was wait until he collapsed from exhaustion, then take off without him. Still, she didn’t get to drive this bus into the ditch. “Fine, but I go with you.” He hated conceding this one to her. It crawled all over him. “First I have to ditch the truck. It was at the scene and my footprints are all over the house, so authorities are going to start digging. Until we know for certain my cover was trashed, I have to stay in character, which means getting arrested if the cops find me.” Protocol dictated he didn’t out himself for any reason until they could prove he’d been burned. Unfortunately, proof would only come with a second attempt on his life.

“Makes sense.” Meghan pointed toward the rear of the house. “There’s a barn out—”

“No. Somewhere they can’t connect to you. If my truck was reported at the scene, then I’m the prime suspect. If someone finds the truck on your property and starts digging, they’ll know we were partners and assume you helped me.”

“For now, you park it in the barn on the far side of the pasture. And then I want answers. Like it or not, I’m all in, and I want to know everything, including how it is you’re still alive. If you want my trust, you’re going to have to tell me why I was lied to for all these years.”

There she went, trying to take the reins again. Tate drummed his thumbs on his knees. He hadn’t said he needed her help, but her trust was something he craved. Maybe if he opened up, she’d follow suit. “Got it.”

“And then you rest while I upload a program to take to the school. You’ve got that haggard look that says you haven’t hit the rack in days. Even superheroes sleep, Walker.”

He’d argue, but he was crashing fast. Fatigue, shock...they’d already taken a toll on his thought processes.

“I’ll show you the way and you can tell me the rest of your story.” Meghan reached for her seat belt and pulled it across, clicking it into place. “It’s a bumpy ride. Might want to buckle up again.”

Tate obliged, and the lock clicked solidly into place. Protecting himself and Meghan was going to make this ride a whole lot bumpier before this was over, and it would take more than a seat belt to save them.

* * *

After the glare of sunlight overhead, the interior of the old horse barn was dark. Meghan slid out of the truck and slammed the creaking door shut, breathing through her mouth to avoid the musty, earthy smell of old hay and long-moved horses.

She examined the floor around her feet, making sure a snake wasn’t about to slither over her foot. As soon as her sight adjusted, she searched the walls and the exposed ceiling rafters. No slithery visitors appeared. Good. In no way did she want to turn into a screaming weakling in front of Tate Walker. It was bad enough she was demanding the truth from him when she’d hidden her past for years, first out of self-preservation, and now...? Now because she wasn’t sure who he was anymore.

Tate killed the engine and sat for a minute before he got out, probably debating how much he wanted to tell her. Well, he could debate with himself all he wanted. She was getting the whole story.

When he climbed out of the truck, his eyes caught hers across the hood, and the contact made it feel as though no time had passed. They were working an op together, prepping for the next step, well-honed partners in the fight to save the world.

Meghan swallowed hard and kneaded the back of her neck, her mind unwilling to grasp that the man she’d once loved stood here now, still alive. In odd moments, her world tilted and her past reality twisted in Tate’s reappearance. Her stomach swirled again, a strange mix of joy and the feeling she didn’t know anything about the world. What else was a lie?

“Where have you been hiding?” She sounded like a broken record, but really, how she sounded was the least of her worries. Maybe answers would erase some of the hurt and the anger over the sleepless nights she’d spent swimming in guilt for walking away from her partner before the op that had supposedly stolen his life.

All because she cared too much to stay.

“You really want to do this now?” The slight tinge of amused challenge was one she’d heard a thousand times before. It settled in and relaxed some of the tension, took the edge off her questions.

The setting was too much like all those moments in countries too far-flung to mention, when they’d decompressed together, evaluated their missions and talked about their lives. She’d told him things she’d never confessed to another living soul. Everything except the blackmail and the hack that had come back to haunt her.

Those were discussions when she’d felt closer to him than to any other person on earth. When she’d thought, more than a few times, there could be something more for them, something outside of battling the bad guys together. Something involving a house like this and...