Hidden Secrets (Garrett Investigation Book 1) (18 page)

Back at the compound Cameron smiled knowing he’d the lead on the worm. He also knew who was trying to introduce it.  His smartest student from a few years back was Morgan, an incredible brain with very quick fingers.  He’d been an eye-opener to work with and now against.  It was amazing how well his skills had developed since he’d been a student.

“Could use you in the company,” he muttered to himself.

“You ok Cam?” asked Grace.

“Yeah, I’m ok Grace,” he swivelled round on his chair, “I got the little bugger, and I know who he is.  How he’d gotten mixed up with that bastard, I’ve no idea.”

“You know who it is?” she queried.

“Yep, one of my old students, in fact, my best one, almost as good as me,” he grinned.

“Is that why it has taken so long to undo this,” she sighed, “what are you going to do?”

“Personally he would be an asset to the company. I’ll have a chat with Malachy when he gets back.  He’s a good man, how he got involved…” he trailed off.

“Pity you can’t send him a message Cam.”

“Oh, but I can, though it’s a bit dangerous.  From what I can remember he has a family so I’ll wait for now.”  Turning back to his computer then glancing at Grace.  “Did you find those house plans?”

“Of course Cam, easy find, sent them to Yuri late last night.”

“Where’s Debbie and Conrad?”

“Shows how absorbed you were,” she laughed, “They are checking the rest of the compound computers.”

Muttering, he was soon lost once more in his world of computers.

Yuri recalled nearly all his security people to the compound, letting them know what was going down.  Though all was quiet, they needed to be prepared for short notice action.

“This is the calm before the storm.  We’ll have four people out at the house to keep an eye on movement there.”  Yuri moved to one side, “dim the lights please Tim.  As you can see,” he pointed with a ruler, “this is a plan of the basement.  There is only one way in and out which mean we’ll know exactly when they’re going to attack.  The men watching the house have thermascope and laser recording devices.  We’ll know within minutes when those twelve men leave the house.  Questions anyone?”

“What weapons do they have?”

“At this time it’s an unknown factor.  We’ve reviewed what’s been used against us so far.  Since these men are probably ex-marines,” he paused, “as some of you guys, you’ll be aware of what they can use.”

“What about the Truit guy?”

“Well, he thinks he’s bad, and he is in many sick and twisted ways.  He’s not as bad as those men in his basement.  He’s certainly not as bad as you ugly lot,” they all laughed.

“What about the agents.”

“Nearly all agents are on assignments.  Those in the compound will fight with us.  We’re the watchdog so to speak here to protect the ordinary people who work here.”

“Look forward to seeing them in action,” one guy muttered from the back.

“Remember don’t get in Anastasia’s way then Clint.  I heard she downed two guys this morning already,” he laughed. “She’s a dangerous woman if you get on the wrong side of her, believe me, I have seen her in action.”

“When’s lockdown?”

“We’ll be on full alert once the boss and Ana return.  That’s it for now.  Stay alert and get some rest it could be a very long night.”

The meeting ended just as a lad from the communications centre darted in handing a note to Yuri.  The men turned in an instant silently waiting.  Yuri smiled as he read waving the men away.

“Morning Detective Moran, thank you for coming.”

“So are you going to tell me what’s going on Malachy?”

“Straight to the point as usual I see,” Mal smiled.  “What I can say is that someone has a bad habit of wanting me dead; in fact several someone’s which in this job isn’t all that surprising.”

“Who are they and why?”

“That I’m not prepared to tell you due to the delicate nature of the situation.”

“Look Malachy, there’re several people dead already, one an innocent woman at that.”

“I’ll make sure her family are looked after Moran.  What happened to her could’ve happened to anyone at any time, it was just bad timing.”

“What about Haven Pharmaceutical then?”

“Part of that was a set up to catch a traitor.  A person as yet unknown overstepped their orders by the looks of things and got greedy.”

“Did you catch your traitor?”

“The so-called traitor is now helping us with our enquiries.”

“There’s stuff you’re not telling me.”

“Moran, if I told you, you’d have to arrest me, and that would be very inadvisable right now.”

“In other words what I don’t know can’t hurt me?”

“I asked you here so I could inform you as much as possible what’s going on; you’re a good detective Moran.  I’ve a few files for you which should help enlighten the facts for the bodies you’ve already collected.”

“Why were you attacked at your home?”

Mal laughed, “They were trying to shake me. As you can see, it didn’t work.”

“The files you were giving me to read?”

Mal stood going to his filing cabinet, taking out three thick files passing them to Moran.  “Here you go, enjoy the read.  I have to go now; another appointment in an hour and I need my lunch first.”

“Thanks Malachy, keep in touch.”

They walked out of his office towards the elevators as they pinged open. Moran stepped forward as a mad looking man charged out, raising an eyebrow Malachy grinned as the door shut the last thing Moran heard was.

“What the fuck have you done with my sister Malachy, I’ll fucking kill you for this.”

Malachy just smiled, turning back to his office.  Blaze charged after him only to find himself on the floor with a foot at his throat, gasps from the rest of the agents turned to laughter.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“Calm down Carrington, and then we’ll have a small chat in my office. I’ll give you five minutes.”

Taking a deep breath, Blaze glared up at Malachy before nodding his acquiescence.  Holding out a hand, Mal helped him up off the floor.  “Duggan could you bring us a couple of coffee’s, please.”

“Yes sir,” he grinned.

“This way Carrington,” he walked off.

Settling behind his desk his feet on top, he lifted an eyebrow at Blaze, who was striding around the room his fists clenched.

“So where’s my sister?”

“What makes you think I have your sister Carrington?”

“You know I know you have my sister.”

His hands now behind his head he looked up at Blaze’s angry stance.  “I have no idea where your sister is.  The last time I saw her was at your fundraiser.”

“You fucking liar,” he yelled launching himself at Malachy again only to be yanked back by Duggan, who’d just entered the office with coffee.  “You guys are fucking crazy if you think you’ll get away with this.”

“There is nothing to get away with Carrington.  Unless you’ve something sensible to say, you may leave.  I’m a busy man.”

“Fuck you Malachy, you mucked around with the wrong guy once too often.  I’ll kill you for this.”

“Funny that, you haven’t succeeded so far; you must employ idiots.”

Muttering under his breath, he stormed out of Mal’s office. 

Blaze drove his car around erratically before regaining control of his temper.  Finally, he stopped outside his favourite bar. Climbing out, slamming the door his body tense with anger, he strode inside ordering a double whiskey throwing it back before slamming his glass on the bar demanding another one.

“Blaze isn’t it a bit early for you?” a sultry voice said behind him.

“What the fuck do you want,” he said as he turned.  “Oh, it’s you, Josie.”

“You look upset darling,” she purred.

“All the better for seeing you Josie,” he smiled calming down.

Josie tugged his hand, “come sit with me Blaze.”

He followed not caring, watching the sway of her hips, desire built in his eyes.  Her short, tight skirt riding up showing the curve of her firm buttocks.  Josie turned winking at him, showing him her full breasts; nearly tumbling out of her top.  His hand went to her waist pulling her back into him.

“Think I need more than a chat Josie,” he whispered, pulling her closer, pressing his erection into her buttocks.

She looked up at him over her shoulder before lowering her eyes coyly.  “I can arrange that darling,” she purred clasping a hand behind his head.  “Kiss me,” she demanded.

Blaze turned her in his arms squashing her breasts to his chest, her nipples peeking into view. “Your wish is my command Josie,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to hers.  Demanding and volatile; he pushed her limits, cupping her buttocks with his hands drawing her closer still.

“Josie get a room love, you know the rules,” yelled her boss.  Breaking the kiss she smiled at Blaze while giving the finger to her boss.  “Whatever,” she muttered.

“You know the way Blaze. Pick a room, any room.”

“The closest will do Josie,” he replied tugging her down the corridor to the first available room.  Slamming the door shut behind him.  “Now where was I, Josie?”

“Just about here,” she grinned, offering her lips to him.

“I need more Josie.  I want you now.”  Blaze pushed her towards the bed until she sat on the edge.  Lifting her skirt to her waist, he licked his lips at the minuscule g-string she wore.  He felt his shaft harden. Unzipping his trousers, he let his shaft spring out.  Josie, feasting her eyes, leaned forward flicking her tongue over his tip enjoying his salty taste, smiling; she took him in her mouth making him groan.

“Fuck Josie, you do this so well.”  Blaze pushed her off, making her mewl in protest.  “It’s time to fuck you hard, sweetheart.” He smiled, pushing her back on the bed tearing off her G-string.  “Going to fuck you fast, I need to hear you scream.”  Without further speech, Blaze grabbed her legs pushing up her knees.  Kneeling between her thighs, he found her entrance thrusting inside in one hard fast movement.

“Ohh Blaze,” she groaned.

Setting his pace, watching her breasts bounce up and down, leaning forward, he massaged them hard the nipples pebbling as he tweaked them. 

“Harder Blaze,” gasped Josie lifting her legs around him.  He felt her muscles clench his shaft smiling in anticipation. 

“Time to scream sweet Josie,” he whispered in her ear.

“Arrgghh Blaze yes, yes, faster. Oh my god,” she screamed out pretending to soar taking him with her.

Blaze shuddered to a stop his seed pumping deeply inside her.  Panting, he looked down.  “You’re incredible Josie,” he said collapsing beside her.

“Only for you Blaze,” Josie smiled. “Wanna go again?”

“Fuck why the hell not.”

“Thanks Duggan, that was entertaining, to say the least,” Malachy grinned.

“He’s such an asshole Mal.”

“Yeah, you got it in one Duggan.  I’ve another meeting soon, could you ask Enrique to get over here to update.”

“Sure can, enjoy the coffee.”

“Thanks, appreciated.”

Enrique gathered his work groaning.  Nothing was making sense. The photos went back over thirty years; very few were local.  With the images in his mind, he shuddered at their mistreatment.

“Mal wants to see you, Enrique,” said Duggan popping his head round the door.

“Good, I need to offload. I hate this shit,” he growled.

Locking the room down behind him, Enrique entered Mal’s office.

“Need an update Enrique,” Mal said without looking up.

Enrique sat down.  “An update, shit Malachy those women,” he shook his, head taking a deep breath. “Those women, they’re…” still not able to finish.

“You ok Enrique, we’ll get the bastards who did this to them.”

“Fuck how can we, some of the women are old now.  Those photos date back thirty years.”

“Enrique, I know who’s responsible for hurting these women.”

“Why the hell didn’t you say so,” he glared at Mal.

“I wanted you to find them, so their families can have some closure,” he sighed.  “Do you want Sylvia to help?”

“Help, yeah that would be good.”

“How many have you found dead or alive?”

“I widened the database search to the whole country yesterday.  It’s flicking out occasional matches.  It would be good if Sylvia can help me write up the info.”

“Call her into the office Enrique, get this sorted now.”

Moments later Sylvia walked in scowling.  “I’m busy, what’s going on?”

“Change of assignments Sylvia.”

“Why,” she demanded.

“Enrique needs your assistance.  He’ll show you the details shortly.  Just one thing Sylvia don’t have a tantrum, what you’re going to see is not…”

“Crap, abused women I suppose.”