Hostage Situation. Debra Webb
we get back to the proposal?” she prompted, needing her strict agenda to get her back on track. Her success in the courtroom was rooted, first and foremost, on extensive preparation. She needed to treat this assignment along those same lines until she hit her stride with the whole “getting comfortable” part.
He placed his half-empty glass on the island’s sleek granite counter. She did the same. This time they walked side by side as they retraced the route to his library. The sun had sunk deep on the horizon, melting into a golden blanket over the vast blue ocean and offering a spectacular panorama.
The idea that drug money may have contributed to this magnificent residence caused the muscles in her jaw to tighten. But this man was not a part of that, she reminded herself. It didn’t mean that he hadn’t accepted money or gifts from his evil sibling, but he was innocent of his brother’s crimes. If anyone should feel guilty, it was her, but she did not. The end justified the means. That was her new motto. She intended to use him to lure his death-dealing brother into a trap. Despite the break in the relationship with his only sibling, biology dictated a bond that assuredly went deep. He might hate what his brother did, but to plot his sibling’s downfall was another concept altogether, one toward which he might very well be disinclined. The only way to most reasonably assure his cooperation was to mislead him. She’d already lied to him repeatedly and would several times more before this first meeting was over. Paul Reyes would have no fond memories of her when this was over.
“As you can see,” she said as she moved through the first section of the presentation, “our gallery would display your ability to capture the essence of the sand and water and sky to its fullest advantage. Southern California isn’t unlike the Keys, in more ways than perhaps you realize. Your work would fit in very nicely, would bring a fresh perspective to our gallery’s already outstanding offerings. We have an international clientele, more so than you’ll find here, no disrespect to the local talent or trade.”
“Please,” he made a sweeping motion toward the computer screen with one hand, “go on.”
Renee couldn’t determine if he was intrigued yet, but she still had his full attention and that was something. As the final slide in the proposal was displayed on the screen, she made the next move. “I know you’ll need some time to think over all of this. Perhaps we could have dinner tomorrow evening.” She lifted one shoulder in the barest of shrugs. “Discuss any questions you might have in a more relaxed, nonbusiness rendezvous.”
His hesitation was expected. As a recluse, he would have no desire to leave his sanctuary. However, the invitation needed to be standard. The average person wouldn’t know all that she did about him. The slightest misstep could give away her true agenda.
“That’s an excellent idea, Renee.” He glanced at the computer screen one last time. “I’ll review your proposal more thoroughly and make my final decision. I would prefer, however,” his gaze connected with hers once more, “to have our next rendezvous here. I assume that will be acceptable to you?”
Exactly the answer she had hoped for. “Of course.” Now for the finishing touch. “I’ll be in town for the next few days. My schedule is completely at your disposal, Mr. Reyes.”
“Paul,” he suggested for the first time since her arrival.
She smiled, held his gaze a beat. “Paul.” This she said with a breathy quality that caused his pupils to flare and the corners of his mouth to lift slightly. The idea that she might be better at this than she’d anticipated gave her confidence a major boost.
The tension crackled ever so slightly as he blatantly assessed her for a second time, taking his slow, sweet time. “Seven,” he said, breaking the spell, “would that work for you?”
“Seven definitely works for me.” She reached for her bag. “I look forward to discussing our future working relationship and seeing more of your paintings.” Her expression turned visibly hopeful with the last.
“That can certainly be arranged.” He placed his hand at the small of her back as he guided her to the hall and toward the front door. “My studio provides a great deal of inspiration.” He paused as they reached the entry hall and looked directly at her. “At times, however, I find myself in need of additional stimulation. A beautiful woman can be extremely stirring to a man’s blood.”
Now they were getting somewhere, it seemed. “I can’t wait to see your studio.”
The smile slid back into place. “You will receive the grand tour, I assure you.”
A definite click followed by a roaring sound, similar to that of several garage doors closing simultaneously, jerked his attention back toward the interior of the house. Renee followed his gaze.
Barriers slowly closed down over the windows, blocking the magnificent view. Had a hurricane warning triggered the house’s security system? The metal-on-metal action of locks being set in motion hauled her attention back to the front door.
What the hell was happening?
“Renee.” Reyes swiveled to face her. “Something is wrong. You must run! Now!”
He reached for the door, but it was locked. He tugged at it frantically.
Her pulse shot into warp speed. “The security system,” she urged, “can you shut it down?” Apparently the system had gone into some sort of automatic secure mode.
Reaching for the keypad next to the door he fairly shouted, “I do not understand this.” He jabbed buttons to no avail. “This has never happened before.”
Footfalls on the floor behind them had her wheeling around. Two men. Large. Threatening. She dropped into a crouch, her attention riveted on the two men advancing as she grabbed for her weapon.
“Don’t move!” the first man barked, his weapon leveled on her.
With no desire to get killed, she pushed her hands up and slowly rose to her full height once more.
“Who are you?” Reyes demanded. “What do you want?”
“You,” the second man snapped as he moved in close enough to press the barrel of his.9 millimeter against Reyes’s forehead.
As Renee attempted to position herself between the two men in an effort to protect Reyes, an arm went around her neck. Something like a mask closed over her mouth and nose. She fought the strong arms manacling her. Her lungs burning, she gasped for air.
Then her vision narrowed until there was nothing.
Her body stopped fighting and went limp.
Merida, Mexico Same Day 6:50 p.m.
HIS EYES HAD CLOSED, the lids far too heavy to restrain. Staying awake was no longer possible. The weariness had overtaken him quickly this night. Too many sleepless ones had come and gone. He needed to rest…but if he slipped too deeply into that welcoming oblivion, he might not hear the enemy’s arrival.
He needed to stay awake. Yet he was so very tired. For days that had become weeks, he had fought the temptation, had struggled to survive on stolen moments of mere dozing. He could trust no one.
How much longer could he be held prisoner this way?
What purpose did his brother hope to serve with his actions? None of this made sense. He had long ago taken leave of his brother’s company. Refused to be a part of his love of spreading pain and death.
The click of the lock jerked his head up and his eyes wide open.
It could be the devil…come to finish the job at last. Part of him would be glad to have this nightmare over. This moment had been coming for years. He should have seen that. No one would be left to bear witness to his rottenness. Escaping the reality of their strained relationship had been merely a dream. One could not deny evil when it thrived in his very blood.
The door opened slowly. Even in the near darkness, he saw the hesitant movement of his visitor. Not his brother. Some amount of relief lowered