Dead Reckoning (10 page)

“They—” She bit her lip.

“Who's ‘they’?”

“Never mind. I … it's nothing.”

His dark, deep eyes narrowed. “What's happened? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.” Nearly choking on the lie, she scrambled to correct it. But there was too much to explain. “I just … we need—”

Voices in the hall interrupted her. Hide. The bathroom. Backpack in hand, she darted to safety just as the door opened.

“Shiloh, wait. What—”

“Mr. Khan, you’re awake at this hour?” a sing-song voice said. “I’ll increase your drip so you can get some rest. You have lost a lot of blood.”

“No, please. I’m … fine.”

Shiloh peeked between the jamb and the door. By the time the nurse released his flow of meds, checked his vitals and left, Khalid had slipped into la-la land.

Sneaking back into the room, Shiloh returned to his side. Even though peace enveloped him, it struck her that he always looked that way. Awake. Asleep. It made no difference. Maybe that's what she liked about him—his quiet strength. Something she didn’t have. He’d always made her feel like the Queen of Sheba.

“I’m sorry, Khalid. I don’t deserve you, my Arabian Prince.” The nickname she’d given him forced a deep ache into her soul. “Get well,
mera dost
.” She bent and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be back.” With one last glance, she slipped out of his room.

I know you’re afraid of love.
How could he say something so cruel? Anger wrapped a tight coil around her chest. Why couldn’t he just leave things be? They were friends. Good friends. But, no, he had to ruin things.

Outside the hospital, her façade evaporated. Knees weak, she stumbled toward the retaining wall and leaned against it. Why did it hurt so much to hear Khalid say those words? What was the fire that burned in her chest?

If anyone knew how to truly love, it was Khalid. And he knew her backward and forward, didn’t he? How could he love her?

Could she love him back? No, she
wouldn’t
. Love hurt— always.

“Oh, no. Not you.”

Arms splayed to each side, Reece stepped into the office. “What?”

Toby Roberts, Consular Section Chief, tossed a file toward the young woman standing between him and Reece. “Get those copied and back to me asap.” He turned his attention to
Reece and groaned. “Every time you show up, there's trouble. I don’t need trouble. Got it?”

Chuckling, Reece clicked the door shut after the admin made her escape. “Such a welcome greeting, Chief Roberts.”

With a huff , Toby stomped around the desk and shuffled through a pile of papers on a conference table. “You’re more pain than you’re worth.” He snatched a manila folder and shoved it at him. “That's everything we have.”

File in hand, Reece lowered himself into a thickly padded chair and crossed an ankle over his knee. He thumbed through the pages. “Uh …” Flipping the folder over to ensure he hadn’t dropped anything—like half the file—he nailed the man in the rumpled white button-down shirt with a glare. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not.” Toby ruffled his hair and stomped back to his seat. “I have no idea what's going on down there. We’re not getting answers, and we’re not getting cooperation.”

“There's no U.S. investigative report on the shooting. Is your team still writing it?”

“No.”

Reece fanned the pages. “Then where is it?”

“There isn’t one. No report. No team.”

Reece sat forward. “Come again?”

“Deputy Minister Abdul won’t let our people on-site. He's given us the complete runaround, claiming there is a dispute about where it happened, and that it didn’t involve Americans. He even tried to say it happened in international waters or something.”

“Bull.”

“I’ve sent two teams to the beach, and they’ve been turned away flat.” Toby wiped a hand over his sweaty lip. “They won’t even let us set up guard around the survivors at the hospital. No weapons or display of force. Of course, it's a bit of a mess with the
burglary
at the Mumbai Mansion and a missing girl.”

“Burglary.” Tension knots pulled tight in Reece's shoulders. He’d been there. Heard the rapid fire of AK-47s. Saw the swarm of nationals.

“Yeah, I’m not buying it, either. Unfortunately, Abdul is placing the blame for the murders on—”

“Shiloh Blake.”

“Exactly.”

Thumping the folder against his shoe, Reece chewed the facts. A shooting on open water. Several dead in the bay. More killed in a massacre at the hotel. India not letting the U.S. investigate. “They’re stalling.”

Toby looked at him from the corner of his eye. “What was your first clue?”

“Your foul mood.”

“Just full of charm, aren’t you?” Toby stormed to the door and barked for iced tea for them both. “If I didn’t like your sister so much, I would never have agreed to work with you.”

“How's that going?”

“I haven’t seen her in three months.”

“Smart girl.” Reece wouldn’t tell his embassy friend that Julia had gone to South Africa on a mission trip for the summer. Let the guy sweat it out; he’d appreciate Julia's return all the more. Despite their differences, he knew Toby Roberts was a good man.

At his desk, Toby dropped into the chair and buried his face in his hands. Finally, he sat back. “I hate to say it, but you were right about this dead drop.”

Chuckling, Reece flicked the file onto the table behind him. “Boy, bet that hurt.”

“You have no idea.” Toby eased against his chair as the admin hurried in with two tall glasses of iced tea. “Irene, hold my calls unless it's the ambassador.”

“Of course, sir.”

They sipped quietly for a few minutes. Reece savored both the silence and the refreshing, albeit too-sweet, drink. He’d probably have a sugar buzz by the time he left the temporary consular offices.

Something didn’t fit. What was India hiding? Were they behind the dead drop? He’d heard and seen them protect their own, and what country
liked
having another country investigating a crime within their borders? It was all about control. Still, it didn’t make sense for Abdul to stall, not like this. In order to snap the neck of the dragon ready to breathe nuclear fire all over this globe, Reece had to pull these threads together fast.

He glanced at his watch. 8:59 a.m. His thoughts bounced to Shiloh. Would she call? Keeping her under his thumb meant she stayed alive, and through that, he might unearth more information.

“Maybe you should chat with Perry again,” Toby said.

Perry Titus. Reece didn’t need to tell Toby that's where he was headed after this meeting. The fewer people who knew what he was up to, the less chance of having his cover blown or ending up dead. All the same, it wouldn’t hurt to have a second brain to work through this mission. Besides, it always amazed him to hear the knowledge Perry had that most government aides and lackeys didn’t.

Reece set his glass on the tray. “Set up a meeting with Abdul for me under the name of Simon James.”

“Abdul? You’re joshing.” Toby scooped several spoonfuls of sugar into his glass and stirred.

“I never joke. I especially never
josh
.” Reece slapped Toby's shoulder. “Get it set up. We’ve got to get in there and find out what they don’t want us to know. And Toby?”

“Yeah?” He was on his feet now.

“I hope you have a lot more than three pages next time.” Reece let the seriousness in his tone carry the weight.
“Someone's killing innocents to cover up a really bad gig. I’m ready to stop it. I can’t do that if your people aren’t on their toes.”

“We’re doing everything we can.”

“Do more.”

On the other side of Mumbai, Reece strode up the dusty path to the three-story, white plaster structure—one of three buildings on the campus. He shoved aside his irritation over the morning's events. Too much had been revealed, and yet, too little. He strode down the hall and knocked on the door.

“
Varu
,” a voice intoned from within.

Nudging the door open, Reece relaxed at the sound of his old friend's voice. “Hello, Perry.”

The greying man looked up from a table where he sat with two Indian students. Surprise pinched his eyes. “Simon.” He patted the backs of the two men and bade them good-bye. “What brings you here,
mera dost
?” The American-born man had spent most of his life in India, and it suited him perfectly.

Reece waited for the room to clear and then shut the door. He allowed Perry to hug him, and even laughed. “I suppose it has been too long.”

“Far too long.” Perry started toward the far corner, where a small desk sat piled with books, bags, and papers. “Come, I’ll get my wallet and we’ll go have something to eat.”

“Are you sure I’m not interrupting?”

“No, no, it's good.” Perry hustled toward him, tucking his wallet into a fold of his long tunic. “And friends never interrupt.” He patted Reece's shoulder. “Tandoori chicken, right?” He’d never forgotten Reece's favorite.

“If we can find something this early,” Reece said. He glanced at his watch. Only one hour left before he’d have to transfer ownership of his Ducati to a beautiful young woman.

“Always in Mumbai there is somewhere to eat.”

They weren’t more than a dozen paces from the college building, when Perry's grip tightened. “You’ve come not a moment too soon. Things are beyond imagination.”

S
HE NOT HERE.”

Shiloh blinked, staring at the short Hindu man before her. Grey heavily streaked the hair at his temples and peppered the rest. “When will she return?” She had to get her bracelet. Khalid couldn’t know she’d bartered the precious piece yesterday.

“She not come back.”

Her heart raced. “What do you mean?” When she leaned in, the sari slid down her upper arm. She tossed it over her shoulder. “I need her.”

“She quit. Go back to Pradesh.”

“Pra—
no!
She had my bracelet.”
Oh, please
. Shiloh stepped closer, gripping the edge of the table. “Did she leave a bracelet here? A twined one with shells? It's very important to me. I told her I would come back with money.” She flashed the rupees under his nose.

“No.” He waved his hands in a criss-cross pattern. “No, she not leave anything.” He shook his head. “Glad she gone. Lazy woman.”

Swallowing hard, Shiloh glanced around, as if she could find the missing piece. “You’re sure? Is it under—”

“No bracelet.” He raised his chin and stomped away.

Heartsick, she shuffled out of the shop into the chaos of traffic and shoppers and headed toward Noor Hospital. Khalid would notice the missing bracelet. Notice and never understand. No, that wasn’t true. He
would
understand— and that was part of the problem. Because then she’d have to explain what happened—about the men, the professor, and Edie. There still had been no word from her vivacious diving partner. Shiloh didn’t want to add to Khalid's stress or create health risks for him. The whole thing seemed like a surreal nightmare.

A half hour and a load of guilt later, Shiloh sat next to Khalid, reminiscing. Their lives had intertwined in college, netting them memorable tales.

“Remember that time we visited Dome of the Rock?”

Shiloh scooted to the edge of the hospital bed and grinned. “I never felt so out of place.”

“Well, it didn’t help that you entered the main synagogue.”

She chuckled. “A few men weren’t exactly appreciative of a woman in their worship area.” Head shaking, she tried to suppress the bubble of laughter. “I can’t believe how archaic they can be.”

Khalid's dark eyes sparkled, his smile fading as he reached toward her face. “Yet you honored their wishes, gracefully.” His fingers swept her cheek. “That's what I admire about you; even if you don’t agree, you respect the culture.”

Hunching her shoulders, Shiloh sandwiched his hand against her face. “Let's just say I don’t like attention. It was easier to slip into the women's courtyard than make a display.”

“That was the first time I knew I loved you.”

She flinched, but tried to hide it behind a shrug. “Just rest, goof. We need to get you out of here.”

“You need to reconcile with God, Shiloh.”

“Khalid, please don’t do this.”