Zack’s Zest E-Book

Mayer Dale

• Herausgeber: Valley Publishing Ltd.
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Zack wasn’t someone to focus on his mistakes, but he’d made a big one, and it was hard to move on from it. Still he was determined to work with Levi’s team to find new meaning in his life and to get his head on straight. At least that was the plan. When he ends up part of a two-man team to rescue a kidnapped woman, the daughter of a former politician, Zack doesn’t know how to react—she’s certainly unique. Not the least of which, she didn’t appreciate the rescue. … At least not once she learns the details.

Quintal knew her father was guilty of the crimes he’d been accused of. She was more concerned about her mother, who’d always been the downtrodden and obedient wife. But, as more and more evidence shines a light on their lives and her kidnapping, the issue is no longer as clear.

Heartbroken at the losses that keep mounting, Quintal knows she needs a second rescue—hopefully by her same rescuer. Only it’s not as simple this time, and it’s infinitely more dangerous …

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

About This Book

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

About Bonaparte’s Belle

Excerpt from Ryland’s Reach

Excerpt from Damon’s Deal

Author’s Note

Complimentary Download

About the Author

Copyright Page

About This Book

Zack wasn’t someone to focus on his mistakes, but he’d made a big one, and it was hard to move on from it. Still he was determined to work with Levi’s team to find new meaning in his life and to get his head on straight. At least that was the plan. When he ends up part of a two-man team to rescue a kidnapped woman, the daughter of a former politician, Zack doesn’t know how to react—she’s certainly unique. Not the least of which, she didn’t appreciate the rescue. … At least not once she learns the details.

Zadie knew her father was guilty of the crimes he’d been accused of. She was more concerned about her mother, who’d always been the downtrodden and obedient wife. But, as more and more evidence shines a light on their lives and her kidnapping, the issue is no longer as clear.

Heartbroken at the losses that keep mounting, Zadie knows she needs a second rescue—hopefully by her same rescuer. Only it’s not as simple this time, and it’s infinitely more dangerous …

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Prologue

Zack Higgins walked into the coffee shop, took a look around, and realized neither Levi nor Ice were here yet. So he walked to the front counter and ordered himself the largest darkest coffee he could. With that in hand, he turned to look for the most isolated table and found it in the far back right corner of the coffee shop. He headed there and sat down. He tried to get here a few minutes early just because he refused to be late for meetings. He knew the last job had been only okay as far as he was concerned, having dealt with Rebecca. And the case itself had turned out all right, but the end results left him feeling very wounded in many ways.

Even now he still felt stupid, since he hadn’t had a sexual relationship with Rebecca in a very long time, and the one that they had been left with for the last many years had been platonic and friendly at best. But because he’d always been hanging on to the wonderment that maybe her daughter was his, his emotional entanglements with Rebecca hadn’t been severed. And that was too damned bad because he was sitting here now feeling more than a little sorry for himself, and that was as unacceptable as anything.

“There you are.” Ice’s warm voice broke through his musings.

He looked up and smiled. “Aren’t you a picture,” he said, nodding toward her obviously pregnant belly.

“Wow, thanks, I think,” she said, sitting down with a hard thump. “One day the baby turned, and all of a sudden I look very pregnant. And yet the baby is somehow poking all my organs. So any jokes now are not amusing.” But her bright laugh that followed belied her words.

He smiled at the two of them, noting that Levi had come up behind him. He stood, shook Levi’s hand, and asked, “Are you ready to be a father?”

“Probably not,” Levi said amiably. “But, like everything, we learn as we go.”

“That’s a good way to look at it.”

Ice looked to the coffee in front of him and asked, “Did you order anything to eat?”

“No,” he said. “The traveling has been pretty rough. I’m here now though.”

“Right,” Levi said. “What was your analysis of the last job?”

“A shitstorm,” he said instantly. “Not the job itself but for the emotional baggage that I had to get rid of.”

“And have you now?” Ice asked. “With another month under your belt?”

More than curiosity was in her voice, and he wasn’t exactly sure what it was. “I think so,” he said with a nod. Then he grimaced and said, “I should have been. Definitely, I know so. But you don’t have relationships with people for years like I had with Rebecca and wonder just why you couldn’t leave until this stage.”

“Good,” she said with that compassionate voice he’d heard over the phone many times. “The thing is, none of us heal instantly. None of us get over anything instantly. I’m much encouraged to hear that you are realizing it’s a process.”

“I wish I could just hit a Delete button on a keyboard,” he said. “It would make it a lot easier.”

“Maybe,” she said. “But the thing is, you need to be free and clear to get your head back into the game.”

“As I learned all too recently,” he said, staring at the mug of dark brew. “It’s a little disturbing to realize just how much I did have to separate from her, when I had already thought those ties were severed.” He looked over at Ice and Levi. “What’s this meeting all about?”

“Just want to know where you are,” Ice said. “Wondering if working for us is still something you’re interested in.”

“I am,” he said, surprised. “I figured after the last job you wouldn’t want me.”

“Everybody can have a tough job,” she said, “and everybody has emotional issues they have to deal with. It’s all about how you deal with them that’s the problem and/or the solution.”

“Are you sure you need more guys?” he asked, studying the two of them, hoping this wasn’t some take-pity job. “You’ve got what? Twenty-four guys working for you?”

“Yes, but we’re setting up satellite offices,” she said. “One in England, one in Europe.”

“Oh.” He stopped and stared. “That makes sense. A jump-off point, so to speak, to get your guys’ boots on the ground faster around the globe?”

“Plus networking,” she said. “And we’ve been enlisting various companies, like Bullard’s, to give us a hand setting those up.”

“Well, I’m American,” he said, “so I’m not sure just how that’ll benefit anybody to have me on board.”

“Levi is staying home for the next few months,” Ice said, “and I’m obviously grounded for at least as long.”

Zack nodded. “And?” he asked, but there was further silence.

“That means we are also two men short at the compound right now,” Levi explained.

“Do you have that much work?”

Ice answered, her tone firm. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Then I’m in,” he said. “What can I help you with?”

“When you were in the military, … in the navy,” she said, “you worked with Bonaparte and Trent, correct?”

He chuckled. “Absolutely.” Then he stopped, looked at them, and asked, “You’re not thinking about hiring Bonaparte, are you?”

“Is there any reason not to?” Ice asked.

Zack thought about it, shook his head, and said, “No, I can’t say that there is. They are both good men. Bonaparte just came out of a pretty ugly divorce though,” he cautioned. “Not sure if he is ready to dive into something like this.”

“But he didn’t sign up for another tour,” Levi said.

“I guess that’s something you guys watch for too, isn’t it?”

“Let’s just say, who is staying in the navy and who’s ready to come out are things we are always interested in,” Ice said with a smile. “But we also need to vet the men, in particular if we don’t know them.”

“Got you,” Zack said, smiling. “Bonaparte?” he said. “I haven’t seen him for a couple years, but he is a really good man, incredibly strong, but I know that the problem with his divorce was that he was unapproachable, as he told me.”

Levi laughed at that. “I think we’ve all heard that one time or another.”

“Well, I haven’t,” Zack said. “Apparently, I was wearing my heart on my sleeve anyway.”

“But you’re past that now,” Ice said. “When you find somebody who would really be a partner in all ways, that relationship will fade into nothing, and you’ll wonder what the attraction even was.”

“I’m already there,” he said. “At least as far as wondering what the original attraction was. I don’t have any relationships, so I’m good to go, if you have something of interest.”

“I have something of interest,” she said, pulling out a thick file from a large bag she had with her and placed it in front of her.

“What’s that?”

“Possible recruits,” she said. And she opened it.

His picture flashed back at him. “Well, I worked on one job with Galen,” he said. “I’d love to try another one.”

“Trouble is, we don’t do contracts,” Levi said. “Either you are in or you are out.”

“I think contracts might be the way to go for new recruits, a probationary period of sorts, for both sides,” he said slowly, studying the lean-faced man in front of him. Levi had matured a lot over the last couple years. But then he had heavy responsibilities on his shoulders as his company took off into one of the biggest protection agencies around the world. They were known to troubleshoot and to be the guy in a tough corner, when you needed one. “You’ve built yourself quite a place here,” he said to the two of them. They both just nodded. “It must be a little disconcerting to step back for the next few months.”

“What else could we do?” she asked. “Out of necessity, we’ll be keeping everybody else busy while we reduce our traveling time.”

“Understood,” he said. He looked as she flipped through her file. Then he saw Bonaparte’s face pop out. “You know he still looks like that too,” said. “He’s got a real baby face, and so everybody thinks he is this big teddy bear, but, according to his ex-wife, he just was empty emotionally.”

“Any reason for that?”

He looked at them in surprise. “His history?”

“I know his sister was murdered a long time ago,” Ice said, looking up at him sharply. “Anything else?”

And Zack realized just how important all that history was when it came to hiring those men. He shook his head. “Not that I know of. I was really close to him, back in the day, but haven’t seen him but a time or two now over the last couple years.”

“We need a four-man team,” she said. “Over in Istanbul.”

“Turkey?” He stared at her in surprise. “I heard that you guys operated globally. I just hadn’t realized how busy you were. As in all over the world.”

“I don’t know if this will stay in Turkey or not,” she said, “but we’ve certainly covered multitudes of countries by now.”

“What’s the job?”

She slowly tapped the file, now closed. “The deposed president is under house arrest. As is his vice president,” she said. “And the president’s daughter has disappeared.”

“By choice?”

“It’s possible,” Levi said, with a nod. “She is thirty-one, and she’s a well-known photographer.”

“I think I remember something about her,” Zack said, staring off into the distance. “Zadie Nather, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Levi said. “Zadie Nather. How did you hear about her?”

“She’s well-known for publishing very disconcerting photos,” he admitted. “Photos about the climate change. Photos about activists. The struggle of the youths to try and regain their position in a world that they consider almost past the turning point. And I think there was something about her father being high up in the government of Turkey and very corrupt.”

“Exactly,” Ice said. “What we don’t know is whether her photos are a reason behind her disappearance or whether she disappeared herself because she didn’t want to deal with the political climate in Turkey.”

“I thought she was operating out of England?” Then he stopped, frowned, looked out the window, and said, “but then I remember something about Australia and the US. She is a Turkish citizen but a vagabond by nature.”

“I don’t think she has a home base,” Levi said. “I think she travels around by boat.”

He looked at Levi in surprise. “A houseboat?”

“A small sailing boat,” he said. “How do you feel about water?”

He snorted. “I was in the navy. How do you think I feel?”

“You were a Navy SEAL, weren’t you?” Ice asked.

He nodded. “I was,” a heavy emphasis on the “was.”

“Were you caught up in that Commander Dalmatian debacle?”

He nodded. “I was. When bad orders come down, and good guys have to follow them anyway, and the good guys end up in trouble because of following the bad order, well, it got to be a sticky brass political scenario that I didn’t like.” He said, “I walked. I believe several others walked with me.”

Levi nodded. “We try to keep in touch with a lot of these events,” he said, “because that is where a lot of the best men come from.”

“Is that how you found out about me?”

“We’ve had our eye on you for a while,” Ice said. Then she winced, and her hand immediately went to her belly. She started to deep breathe. Levi looked over at her, an eyebrow raised. She slowly shook her head. “No, he’s just arguing for lack of space.”

“He?” Zack asked.

She looked at him, smiled, and said, “That’s my guess.”

He grinned. “I can’t imagine that it would make a difference to either of you,” he said warmly.

“Hell no,” Levi said. “Better she has twins, and we are done with it right away.”

“I’ll suck at that,” she said.

“Be pretty rough for the first few years though,” Zack warned. “A friend of mine had twins, and all she did was diapers for a while.”

“Well, we do have friends at home just dying to get their hands on the baby,” Levi said. “So Ice will have to fight to get her own diaper-changing time.”

Zack grinned at that. He’d heard so much about the compound and its family environment that he couldn’t imagine any child growing up there would be anything but well loved by many aunts and uncles. It was sheer magic that they managed to make it work at all. “So either I’m in or out?” he asked abruptly.

“You’re in,” Levi said. He stood. “At the bare minimum, get some zest back into your life.”

“Well, put that way, how can I refuse?”

Chapter 1

Zack walked through the airport and out into the city. He stopped and inhaled the air, taking in the scent that was uniquely Istanbul. He had visited here in the past, yet the city’s color scheme still enthralled Zack with its rich and vibrant hues. This lifestyle he hadn’t explored during his last visit, and he doubted he would have time to now.

Behind him, a man called out, “Stop your daydreaming.”

Zack smiled, knowing before he even saw him, it was his friend Bonaparte. His French accent gave him away. Zack turned, smiled to see his old friend again, and walked into his hug. That was the thing about Bonaparte; he was another hugger, like so many of his countrymen.

Bonaparte motioned toward a car parked off to the side of the road. “Come on. I’m double-parked. You know how that will go down here.” They raced to the vehicle and hopped in, taking off before authorities came over to pound on the hood of the car.

Zack laughed. “Still breaking the rules, I see? You haven’t changed one bit.”

“No,” Bonaparte said, humor clear in his voice. “I only break the rules when they don’t work for me.”

At that, Zack’s laugh became uncontrollable. Damn! He hadn’t laughed like this in a long time. “I don’t know how that’ll work out for us here,” he said, finally catching his breath. “But damn, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s always good to see you,” Bonaparte said with a rolling laugh.

“Any further intel on this case?”

“Levi texted me a few minutes ago, telling me that he’d uploaded the updated case file for us.”

Immediately Zack pulled out his phone and brought up the email and downloaded the file. “I still don’t understand why he thinks this is the point of origin from where she’d gone missing.”

“Her passport cleared customs ten days ago, entering Turkey. They think she came back to see her folks.”

“Aren’t they both in exile under guard?”

“Yes.”

“So she made it to their side and then what?”

“According to what the parents told Levi, Zadie went out for a walk in the garden. She was talking on her phone, last they saw her, only she didn’t return.”

“And they, of course, called out a warning and asked for help?”

“No, not initially,” Bonaparte continued. “They thought she’d found a way to sneak out.”

“Why would she have to sneak?”

“Because it was made clear that, once she arrived, she was under house arrest as well.”

Zack stopped, froze, looked at him, and said, “Seriously?”

Bonaparte nodded grimly. “According to the parents—and this is just the little bit of information that they’ve managed to get out—Zadie had no intention of staying as a prisoner with them. So, when she disappeared, they initially congratulated themselves, thinking that she had found a way to get out from under house arrest. But, when they hadn’t heard from her in the last four days, they got worried.”

“How did Levi get involved?”

“I believe it came through Bullard,” Bonaparte said. He twisted to look at Zack. “I know the name, but I’ve never met the man.”

“I see.”

“But I know that Bullard and Levi work together a lot,” Bonaparte added grimly. “Is it just the two of us?”

“Yes,” Zack said.

“I thought this was supposed to be a four-man team?”

Zack shook his head. “Not unless two more guys shake free from their ops and can help us out here. Plus there is the travel delay to consider. So consider us on our own for this one.”

The vehicle jerked to the side quickly, sending Zack lurching against him. “I see your driving hasn’t improved,” he said with a laugh. Bonaparte’s driving was akin to a race car let loose on the autobahn. And that included zigzagging through the traffic to get where he was going, completely ignoring any road signs, of which there were very few anyway.

“If people would just get out of my way,” Bonaparte said, unfazed, “life would be a lot easier.”

“I don’t think that’s how the traffic works,” Zack retorted.

“Well, it should,” he said. “It would all work much easier that way.”

Zack chuckled. “Says you. The rest of the people probably think you are a crazy idiot they should shoot.”

Bonaparte shrugged and moved between two other vehicles across two lanes, simultaneously hitting an exit at top speed. The thing was, he was such a skilled driver that at no time did Zack feel like his life was in danger. But he could imagine how everybody else on the road felt.

Zack pulled up the file on Zadie, but it had just a few more details, not a whole lot. “She’s never been married and has no children,” he commented.

“No, her political activist aspirations kept her single apparently.”

“Or she just didn’t like the political aspirations of the men around her.”

“Same thing.” Bonaparte looked at him. “What about you? You never married?”

“Nope,” Zack said with delight. “Still single.”

“What about kids?”

His heart twitched at that; then he shook his head. “No, no children either.”

“I’ve got the two, as you know,” Bonaparte said, “but the wife has them, and she already remarried.”

“What about you?” Zack asked, looking at the big man in surprise. “Visiting rights?”

“I get them on holidays,” he said, giving his partner a fat grin, “and, boy, do we like to holiday.”

“I can imagine. So something like Levi’s place might be good for you now.”

“Yes, and I’ll take off all my holidays so I can be with the kids.”

“That sounds pretty cool,” he said. “How old are they now?”

“Eight and six,” Bonaparte said with a nod of satisfaction. “The perfect age to start doing things together. They want to learn how to surf next summer.”

“It’s a good age for them to learn too.” Zack felt momentary twinges, as he realized that he had nobody to teach or to spend holidays with doing things like that. Nobody to even share the world. He shook his head. “You are very lucky.”

“In many ways, yes,” Bonaparte said. “The wife and I are at least amicable.”

“Yet you don’t call her your ex?”

“Mostly for the kids’ sake,” he said. “We tried the first-name thing. The kids didn’t like that either.”

“Dictated by the children, huh?”

Bonaparte gave a big shrug and said, “You do what you got to do to keep the peace.” He took another hard right and sent the car careening in the opposite direction.

“We are not being followed or anything, are we?”

“Nope,” Bonaparte said. “But I had enough time to beat that light, so I took it.”

“Right,” Zack said, settling back into his seat. “I see little new in this updated file. Basically nobody knows anything.”

“Well, there is an interesting part to that though. Her passport wasn’t cleared leaving through any customs checkpoint. So she didn’t leave the country by air or train or bus.”

“Doesn’t mean she didn’t drive or walk across the border,” he said. “She could have taken a boat, and wasn’t she used to traveling that way anyway?”

“The boat is in England,” he said.

“Right, but we have to figure this out. Was she kidnapped, and, if so, by whom and why?”

“The biggest one being the why,” he said. “We are almost there.”

Zack peered into the night, the darkness slowly taking over. “The perfect time for an ambush.”

“Or a perfect time for surveillance,” Bonaparte said in his suspicious tone of voice. “And that’s exactly what we are up to,” he said.

*

Zadie rolled over once again and huddled tighter. Her arms, her knees, her hands curled up in the tightest ball as possible. Zadie stared at the tiny room she was in and wondered how the hell her life had come to this. But then, every person who found themselves in prison unexpectedly must feel the same way.

Day four of captivity and still on the property where her parents were being held—or at least she assumed she was, but she didn’t know for sure—blew her away. She’d been out for a walk, trying to set up her plans to escape the sudden house arrest she found herself under. Only to be grabbed when she hit the trees. She’d deliberately gone along that route, checking the guards’ timing. Just when she had seen a chance to escape the guards, someone else had nabbed her.

So it wasn’t the house arrest guards who had taken her. It wasn’t the same people who were holding her parents that had grabbed her. And wasn’t that just something? Of course Turkey was in a political turmoil, what with all the factions fighting one another to take over as the ruling body. Even without all that going on, her father had made a lot of enemies. She was barely on talking terms with her father at all, but, for her mother, Zadie would do a lot.

And her mother’s health seemed to be failing, from little slips her mother had said about doctors and such. Sounded as if her mother needed medical attention, and she was unlikely to get the necessary care while she was under guard herself. If her parents had been left in exile, that’s one thing, but for the new government regime to keep them prisoner was something else entirely.

The new leader was also likely to prosecute her dad for crimes committed while he’d been in office. She didn’t know if he was innocent; she doubted it. Still, it was the perfect action of the new government to ensure that the old one couldn’t come back into power.

She shivered some more, knowing that her body was burning through every meager calorie her captors supplied, just to stay warm. She had already been lean, having practiced martial arts for a long time. Too bad she hadn’t kept it up.

She thought about her kidnapping, wondering if she could have done anything to prevent it. But they had used the element of surprise to drug her and to take her down.

An odd smell still remained on her skin and her breath, which her stomach hadn’t liked either. She had upchucked as soon as she’d initially woken up in her cell. Thankfully she made it to a bucket close by, but days later she still wasn’t doing well. And, while she slept that first night, her captors had removed the bucket. Which just meant that more drugs were in her system than she was aware of because she hadn’t woken up much since being jailed. Maybe the drugs themselves were part of the reason why she was so cold too.

Outside her cell she heard voices. She noted one window high up, with bars on the inside. Her door was solid with no windows or slits at all. She already knew that it would be useless to cry out, and the voices were from those who had no care for her. She didn’t even know why she was being held.

When a key clinked in the lock to the door, she forced herself to sit up, hugging her knees against her chest. She saw the tray come in first, and she hated the fact that she was so eager to get the food that she could forget everything else. But when two people came in, one in a white overcoat, she frowned. “Are you here to give me more drugs or something to stop me from freezing?” she said thickly, her tongue swollen and hard to operate.

The doctor immediately walked over and checked her vitals. “She is really sick,” he said to his companion. “She must have reacted to the drugs you gave her.”

The other man shrugged. “So what? It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters,” the doctor said. “If she dies on us, you will not get what you want either.”

“I’m not sure we should have taken her anyway,” her guard said. “Would have been better if we’d taken her parents.”

“Nobody cares about the parents either,” the doctor said. “This is another foolish venture of your brother’s.” At that, the guard glared at him. But the doctor shrugged and added, “You know I’m right.”

“He wants to get our father out of jail,” the guard said. “You can’t fault us for that.”

“By imprisoning another woman?” The doctor shook his head. “Especially this one. She is nothing but trouble. All you have to do is a Google search to see that!”

The analysis of her life up ’til now came down to those few short words. Nothing but trouble. “Is that all you think of me?” she asked. “I spent my life fighting injustice. And now I’m in the heart of it all.”

“And yet your father is the most corrupt,” her guard snapped.

She stared up at him. “I haven’t had anything to do with my father in many, many years. He was only president of the country for four years and leader of his party for two before that,” she said. “I haven’t lived at home for twelve, if not fourteen years by now,” she snapped back. “Are all children to blame for the sins of the father?”

“That’s what it says in the Bible,” the doctor said smoothly. He finished his tests and turned to the guard. “She needs something to warm her up. The drugs are having a terrible effect on her. She needs blankets, and she needs more clothing. Put that food down and go get her something,” he ordered.

The guard glared at him.

“She is too sick to even fight me off. Go.”

At that, the guard reluctantly lowered the tray to the floor and turned, but he locked them in as he left.

She stared at the doctor. “Thanks for that much, at least,” she said, her teeth chattering.