“The one back in California.”
“Not me.” He laughed. “If for whatever reason I wanted you dead, you would have been long gone and buried.”
“Did you hire some
one to kill agent Danny Reed and the other members of my team?”
He smirked. “Agent Reed was on my hit list, but no. I’m afraid someone beat me to it.” He narrowed his eyes. “Damn agent discovered my private business deal and then destroyed my stateside lab.”
“Illegal bioweapons trafficking,” she muttered as if it would help to intimidate him even more. He didn’t appear to know she and Danny had been engaged. No one but her father and Rylee had known. Being expert spies, they had kept their romantic relationship a deep secret. Or had they?
“That was the past. Now I can market my super soldiers for hire.”
“So what do you plan to do with me?”
“You and the phony guide, Boris. I’ll have to mull it over after I get more information on him.” He narrowed his eyes. “He is not CIA or GRU.”
“Sounds like your hacker is not that good.” Emma suspected Nik’s files with Russian intelligence were completely encrypted.
“Your guide doesn’t exist. At least not online or on paper. It’s as though he is an even bigger secret than a CIA field agent.”
She lifted a brow. “That is odd.”
Bolton glared at her. “How did you know about the special pack in Siberia?”
Did he know she was Ms. H. and about the LIA? Without a doubt, the LIA was the most secretive entity to ever exist. The lycan society fiercely guarded its kind. Nik could mind control Bolton, but what about his werewolf-men? “A hiker took pictures of men who died in the middle of a forest. Your experimental failures.”
Bolton’s smug face twisted into anger. “What hiker? That fucking site had no humans other than us.”
“Hey, don’t kill the messenger. We recognized some of our military men who had gone MIA in your heap of dead bodies.”
Lee growled at her. “Do you want me to kill her now or later?”
Bolton smiled. “Nonsense, Miss York, Emma, will join me for dinner.”
Emma shrugged. “You are in luck since I don’t have dinner plans.”
“I’ll even invite the mysterious Boris as well.”
“He’s not mysterious. I hired him, thinking he was a guide, but who knows, maybe he is a Russian spy? After all, there is a new Cold War going on between us and the Russians.”
“If that’s true, he too will be useful.”
Knowing Bolton, he might cause even more problems between the U.S. and Russia. As long as he didn’t find out Nik was a werewolf, it didn’t matter.
Nik had dressed and then ran to the dome building bordered by crystal blue waters. Emma and Bolton had been gone for two hours. Why had she not communicated with him? The scent of werewolves, but not his kind, did not bode well. Was she in trouble? Or was she simply so self-absorbed she neglected her comrade?
He stopped at the locked gate entrance. No guards. Why would they have men posted? The only way in was by private jet or boat. He scanned the area. A camera swung in his direction. His wolf urged him to leap over the fence. That would be foolish, wolf. The camera would film a man with superhuman strength and blow his cover as a normal human. He pressed the gate intercom.
A woman spoke, “Identify.”
“Boris Orlov. I have a meeting with Mr. Boss.”
“Please have a seat in the gazebo while I verify the meeting.”
Nik pressed the intercom. “I meant I want to see Mr. Boss. I’m his guest.”
“Understood.”