Behind the Lies (Montgomery Justice #2)(82)

For the first time, his client had made a very big mistake. Elated, Brad watched the seconds tick by. No longer was he the puppet. Very soon he would become the puppeteer.

“I understand.”

“Notify me when it’s done.”

The call ended.

Brad drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, planning payback.

Suddenly, the door flew open and a gun pressed against his temple.

“Where’s Jenna?”




Zach’s finger twitched against the 1911’s trigger. He wanted nothing more than to kill this bastard. Instead, Zach tapped his earpiece. “I’ve got Walters. Keep searching. Jenna’s got to be nearby.”

The Chameleon stilled, his hands unmoving. The yellow streetlight illuminated the car. Denver and its suburbs never truly went dark. The nondescript man had kept the CIA, FBI, Interpol, and every other international spy agency completely baffled for a decade.

“Lost your edge, Walters?” Zach asked.

The assassin said nothing.

“Get out,” Zach ordered. “On the ground, arms and legs spread. You so much as twitch, you’re dead.”

Slowly, with deliberation, Brad eased out of the vehicle and lay next to the car.

Zach pressed the heel of his boot against the back of the guy’s neck. One wrong move and Zach would end him.

“Don’t kill him yet, big brother,” Seth said, striding across the street. He sidled up to Zach. “We can’t find her.”

Oh God. Bile slammed into his throat. He briefly closed his eyes, praying he was wrong. He reached into the car for the keys and tossed them to his brother. “Check the trunk. Carefully.”

Zach pressed harder on Brad’s neck. If Brad had hurt Jenna or Sam…the bastard wouldn’t live another thirty seconds.

Seth checked for wires then flicked open the trunk. He looked inside, paused, and met Zach’s gaze.

Zach couldn’t breathe.

“Empty,” Seth said.

Zach yanked Walters off the ground and slammed him into the car’s side. “Where is she?”

The assassin blinked. “Last I heard she was with you.”

“We better take this inside,” Seth said, glancing around. “Too many eyes. Especially if we’re planning on encouraging him to talk. Accidents do happen.”

Knowing his brother was right, Zach shoved Brad forward. “Walk straight ahead. You so much as look in one direction or another, your brain splatters all over the parking lot and I won’t bother to clean it up.”

Brad raised his chin. “You clearly believe I have Jenna. You’re wrong. She wants to come back to me. She called about starting over. Be a family. She’s had her fling with you. It’s over.”

“Liar,” Zach said, his conviction unwavering. He knew his Jenna. Whatever love she’d felt for her husband, Brad had destroyed.

“Sucker,” the assassin laughed. “You’re in love with my wife. She reeled you in, too.”

“She’s not your wife, Walters…or should I call you Bobby Swinton?”

Brad stumbled slightly, and Zach got the satisfaction of surprising the Chameleon.

Just as they reached Gabe’s house, Luke shot through the door. “Zach, get in here. Now!”

Zach pressed the gun at the base of Brad’s neck. “Move it.”

Seth opened the door and snagged his duffel. He pulled out some zip ties to secure Brad’s hands and feet. “Sit down and shut up.”

“What do you have, Luke?” Zach could barely get the words out as he studied his brother’s pale features.

“I just received this,” Luke said, pointing to an e-mail on the laptop’s screen.

“A message for Zane Morgan, aka Zach Montgomery. An eye for an eye.”

Seth stared at Zach, in awe. “You’re Zane Morgan. Holy shit. You’re a freakin’ legend.”

“Most of it’s just rumor.”

“Bro, that dog don’t hunt no more,” Seth said. “But I understand why you chose to be a hero in disguise.”

“What I’ve done doesn’t matter. Click the link,” Zach ordered, his stomach roiling.

A fuzzy image showed on the screen. A Middle Eastern man stood in front of the camera. A man Zach knew.

“What the hell?” Zach shouted.

“Zane Morgan?” The man raised a photograph into the camera. “Remember these people?”

Zach squinted at the grainy picture. Two bodies. Oh God. Pendar and his wife, Setara, riddled with bullets.

“You recognize? Pendar was guilty. His wife…they k…killed her because she belonged to him. She was my sister and you killed her.”

The man stepped to the side. “An eye for an eye.”

Zach’s knees shook.

Jenna was strapped to a chair. Blood trickled from her mouth.

“You want your woman returned, Zane Morgan? Then you wait for my message. You come to me. Alone.”

The screen went black.





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Chapter Sixteen




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ZACH HEARD NOTHING, only terror roaring through his mind. He reached out a hand and touched the black screen of Luke’s laptop.