Wired (Buchanan-Renard #13)(3)



Alec had changed from his work clothes and was wearing a pair of cargo shorts, worn-out loafers, and an old T-shirt that was so faded the name of the 5K charity race it was promoting was illegible. He was leaning back in his chair with his legs outstretched, holding a beer, and watching the surf’s hypnotic ebb and swell. He looked as though he was a tourist on the tail end of a long, relaxing vacation and not an agent who had just completed one of the most intense investigations of his FBI career.

Liam hadn’t changed out of his suit yet. When he reached Alec, he took his phone from his pocket and laid it on the table, then removed his jacket and tie and draped them on the back of the rattan chair before unbuttoning his collar.

“I ordered you a Guinness,” Alec told him.

Liam dropped into the chair. “Thanks. I could use one.”

“Looks like we should have this wrapped up tomorrow. Just as long as Meyer doesn’t get cold feet.” He tipped his bottle to Liam in salute and said, “I appreciate your coming in on this case. I don’t think we could have located Meyer without you and your international connections.”

“If Meyer’s testimony brings down Dimitri Volkov and his syndicate, that’s all the thanks I need.”

“I was surprised we got him to turn so quickly. I thought he’d hold out longer.”

“He’s no spring chicken. I guess the thought of the rest of his life in maximum security was enough of an incentive.”

“Where is he now?”

“The team’s helping him pack up, and they’ll be moving him into a safe house. If they can keep him under wraps long enough, Volkov and his army of lawyers won’t be able to line up a defense. They’ll never suspect that Meyer is going to testify against his old partner.”

A waitress appeared and set a glass of the murky dark brew in front of Liam. She was wearing a yellow bikini. A colorful scarf tied around her waist created a wrap that was so short it barely covered her firm little derriere. She wore no shoes, and Liam eyed her long tan legs appreciatively.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked him.

“No, thank you,” Liam answered.

She lingered for a moment and slid her gaze up and down his body. She then gave him a seductive smile and said, “If there’s anything I can do . . . anything . . . you just let me know, all right?”

Liam and Alec watched her saunter back to the bar. She took her time to make sure the men got a good look at her attributes.

Alec gave Liam’s leg a nudge with his foot. “I think that was an invitation. You might find Honolulu is a very friendly place after all.”

Liam laughed. “I’m leaving early tomorrow. I think a good night’s sleep is what I need.” He lifted the glass to his lips and took a couple of gulps. “When are you going home?”

“I’ll fly back to Chicago on Friday. Regan’s birthday is on Saturday. She doesn’t expect me home until next week, and I want to surprise her.”

“I don’t get it. Regan is beautiful and smart and funny and sweet. . . . Why that perfect woman married you, I’ll never know.”

“You’re right. She is perfect. Finding Regan was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You’re a lucky man,” Liam said.

Alec nodded. “Yes, I am. What about you? Aren’t you about ready to find the right woman and settle down?”

“Settle. Now, that’s the operative word. Why would I settle when I see marriages like yours and Regan’s? No, I don’t have any notions of settling down. Work keeps me moving. Besides, I’m not naive enough to think there’s another perfect woman out there.”

He let out a heavy sigh, envisioning the days of travel ahead of him. He was off to Brussels in the morning to consult on a smuggling case; then he was expected in Singapore by the end of the week, and finally back to DC before the end of the month. He knew how important the work he did for the FBI was, and he’d never been one who wanted to stay in one place long enough to put down roots, always on the move, going wherever the need arose, but lately there was a restlessness inside him, a feeling he couldn’t exactly identify.

He took another swig of the Guinness, slouched down in his chair, and stared up at the vast sky. He was interrupted from his thoughts when his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he said, “It’s the Honolulu office.”

Alec watched as Liam listened to the caller. From the frown that darkened Liam’s face, Alec surmised that whatever he was hearing wasn’t good. At the end of the call, Liam stood and looked around. “We have to find a TV.”

Alec followed him into the hotel bar. Liam went directly to the small TV that sat on the back counter, picked up the remote, and turned the channel from the baseball game that was playing. A couple of drinking patrons yelled their protests, but Liam turned up the volume and drowned them out. The news anchor finished telling a story about a local politician’s resignation and then moved on to the next report about a breakthrough in a major drug ring investigation.

“Jennifer Dawson is reporting to us live,” he said as the screen switched to a woman with a microphone. She was standing outside an apartment building.

“I’m here at the apartment where Herman Meyer has apparently been living under an assumed name for the past two years,” the inordinately enthusiastic young woman said. “A yet-to-be-identified source has told Channel 5 News that Meyer has been questioned by the FBI and is now ready to testify against his former partner and the alleged head of one of the largest drug rings in North America, Dimitri Volkov. Mr. Meyer reportedly disappeared from his home in—”

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