Hunter's Heart (Alpha Pack #4)(67)

"Good to know. Stick close to me."

Crouching low, Ryon led them from their post at the front gate around to the back. Hugging the wall, he located the approximate place he'd entered the estate a few days before. Using the thick vines as handholds, he hauled himself up and over the wall, then dropped to the ground on the other side.

Blazing fire shot through his injured leg, and he gritted his teeth to keep from making a sound. With an effort, he fought down a wave of nausea and dizziness. Daria had been right. He was fast becoming a serious liability. If they were forced to make a run for it, he wasn't sure he'd make it to the pickup point. For Daria's sake he had to try, and if she had to go on without him, at least the mission would be complete.

Daria dropped beside him with a soft thud, and he caught her around the waist to steady her. Once the guard on the other side of the swimming pool turned to amble in the other direction, he readied the M16 and headed for the pool house. At the moment, it was locked tight, windows dark. They crept across the porch to the door, which sported nothing more than a simple lock. Ryon picked it easily with his pocketknife and let them inside, shutting the door behind them.

He walked past the wet bar and into the tiny storeroom. Once inside, he shut them in pitch blackness before turning on his penlight. Daria's anxious whisper sounded beside him.

"What are you doing? There's nothing in here, unless you're planning to get back at him by drinking all of his guests' wine."

Ryon flicked the penlight at the modest wine rack that covered the left wall of the room. "That's what you're supposed to think. Nick told me where to look, remember? Watch this."

Striding to the rack, he braced the rifle on one hip, and slid his hand along the right edge until his fingers found the latch and pressed. The rack gave a pop and he swung it out to reveal a hidden door.

Daria was suitably impressed. "Well, I'll be damned. The wine rack serves as a fake wall. Does this lead where I think?"

"Even better. The stairs behind this door descend straight underground to a lighted corridor, which travels toward the estate for about forty yards. At that point, it branches off. The left corridor continues to the main house, the right one to his computer room."

She arched a brow. "That's damned good intel your boss has."

"I'm sure being able to see the future helped a bit."

"True," she agreed.

"I wonder why he built access through the pool house. That's pretty risky."

"Nick said August likes to have a hidden route out of the main house in case of emergency, like a raid or a house call from a dangerous enemy. Besides, nobody knows it exists except his current right-hand man, August, and now us."

"Is the corridor monitored by camera?"

"Motion sensors. No cameras, unless he's added them recently. Getting inside isn't the difficult part, if you know the route. Once we're in, though, if they discover us, the danger of being trapped down there is pretty high."

"I don't like this."

He linked their fingers. "Me, either. Personally, I think the whole deal stinks. Do you want to quit? Whatever you decide, it's now or never."

"I want to get the rest of those files and watch him hang, but you're-"

"Then it's settled." He pressed a kiss to her lips, cutting off further protests about his health. Releasing her, he turned and went to work on the door. In short order, they were standing at the top of a steep, narrow staircase. He left the exit behind them open a slight crack for their return trip.

"Follow me. When we get to the bottom, stay to the right," he instructed. "Don't stray toward the center of the hall. The motion sensor beam runs straight down the middle. August likes it positioned that way so he can make a quick escape without worrying about setting off his own alarms and alerting the enemy as to which direction he's taken. Anyone else wouldn't know not to walk down the center and they'd get busted."

"And if he's changed the sensors?"

"We're screwed. But if we make it to the computer room, I think I've got us covered."

With that mysterious pearl of wisdom, he started down, weapon ready. Once at the bottom, they followed the corridor to the intersection, then veered right. So far so good. No shouts or pounding footsteps rushing to intercept them.

A massive metal sliding door dominated the end of the corridor. A control panel mounted on the wall to the right resembled the cockpit of a small plane with its array of buttons.

"Terrific," Daria muttered. "How do we get in?"

Ryon smiled grimly. "With the override code Nick's security contact was able to provide, since August uses one of the same systems they serve. What's more, the code deactivates the sensors until the doors close again. Brilliant, huh?"

She peered over his shoulder and frowned. "I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you."

"Why?"

"Because the room is empty."

Ryon spun and stared in disbelief. He walked inside, fists clenched. Solid concrete walls and nothing else.

"Son of a bitch."

"No telling how long ago he cleaned it out. Apparently Nick's all-seeing eye isn't foolproof. Any other brilliant ideas?" She waited, glancing around nervously.

"I'm open to suggestions," he bit off. He felt like a fool. Of course August would've moved his files the instant he learned that his estate had been breached. Ryon's mistake had cost him and Daria time they couldn't afford to lose.