“He is staying at the Waldorf.”
Oh my God. Suds is staying there.“Did he hire a driver from Patten Securities?”
“Affirmative.”
“Is it Sebastian Sutcliff?”
“Correct.”
Unfucking believable.My ears burn as I clench my fists. This mission gets more fucked up by the minute. “Is he why I was chosen for this job?”
“I believe yours would be the most obvious conclusion. That, and the fact you have angered Special Agent Kessler.”
Cat jumps on my desk and prances across my keyboard, her ass in my face. If it weren’t for her, I’d walk straight down the hall and give that douchebag a piece of my mind.
“He firedme. What reason does he have to be pissed?”
The avatar blinks for a few seconds, my cue he is gathering data. “Your recent successes have caused his superiors to question his wisdom in letting you go.”
Oh, for the love of everything holy.“Please send me all you have on gene splicing, especially as it pertains to extra sensory abilities and the Soviets.”
If it’s the last thing I do, I will research this subject until I puke. I read late into the night and must fall asleep because when I wake, my computer has signed off and someone is opening the door.
A man in a rumpled suit with the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen enters my room. “Samantha Sutcliff?”
“Yeah, who’s asking?” I reach for my holster, only to recall the assholes who kidnapped me also confiscated my weapons.
“I’m Detective Colin O’Brien of the Joint Task Force on Terrorism. My wife, Jenna, asked me to look in on you.”
“As in Dr.JennaJones? Jason’s creator?” Color me impressed.
“Yeah. Your husband is worried about you.”
“Why? Kessler said he called him.”
“Apparently, not.”
“Are you fucking shitting me? Can I borrow your phone?”
He nods and I call my husband. I don’t care if the whole US of A is being overtaken by zombie, gene-spliced warlocks. No one messes with my marriage.
Chapter 4
Suds
My cell rings and it’s a number I don’t recognize. Now generally, I wouldn’t pick up but because my wife has been missing since noon, I answer while praying it’s not a police station, hospital, or God forbid, the morgue.
“Hello?”
“Tough Guy? It’s me. I had no idea-”
“Are you okay?”My eyes water and I clear my throat. I’m either going to hug her to death or throttle her for worrying me so.
“I’m fine. Remember my old boss, Kessler? He made me go with him, took my weapons,andmy phone. I’m on some weird assignment. I’m so sorry. He promised he’d call you and I had no idea… Wait. Someone’s coming. I need to go. Get me an invite to Oblonsky’s party and I’ll explain everything. Bye. Love you.”
“Huh? Sam? Sam!”Shit.She hung up? What the actual fuck?
I hit redial but am connected with some detective’s voice mail. O’Brien? Where have I heard his name before? I Google him and find out he’s married to a Dr. Jenna Jones, also known as our resident genius. Now, it all makes sense. Slate must’ve asked him to check up on her.
