A View to a Thrill (Masters and Mercenaries Book 7) by Lexi Blake

would be on when they left.
    “Stay close to me.” He gripped his SIG in his right hand and opened the door, quickly turning right and then left. No one. The hall was perfectly silent, as it should have been at this time of the morning. He waited for a moment, listening for any signs. Nothing at all. He reached his free hand for her. “Come along.”
    She let him lead her out, waited while he closed and locked the door. “Don’t you think they can get in?”
    “It buys us a couple of minutes. I have an alarm that the police will respond to. They won’t have long to look around.” They wouldn’t find anything except his sterile condo and her now useless laptop.
    And the phones. He started to hurry her toward the lift as he pulled his burner phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.
    “Are you calling Ian?” Chelsea asked, but she kept up with him.
    “No. Adam.”
    But it wasn’t Adam who answered the phone on the fourth ring.
    “This better be really fucking good because I just managed to get to sleep. Whoever the fuck you are, I’m going to find you and tear your balls off and stuff them down your throat and then I’m going to put them on a plane to Europe so they have jet lag.”
    He didn’t have time for Jake’s anger issues. The man hadn’t been happy with the European assignment. “I’ve got a situation.”
    Jake’s voice went smooth and professional, any hint of sleep gone. “Do we have incoming?”
    It wouldn’t be the first time a group had targeted the whole team. They had plans and backup plans, and the first and foremost concern was the team’s women and children. “I don’t think so. I think they’re hunting a very particular game. I have the target and I’ll call again when she’s secured. I need Adam.”
    “This is Miles.” Adam came over the line as though he’d been sleeping next to Jake, which he’d likely been, their shared wife, Serena, in between them.
    “Brick my phone and the target’s, too.” Adam would render their phones utterly useless and they would be on burners for the time being. The ones they left behind would be good for nothing but bricks, hence the slang.
    “The target?”
    “You know who she is.” Strangely, despite the fact that whoever was looking for her knew her name, he didn’t want to say it on a non-secured line. The NSA loved the digital age. They listened in on everything. Beyond whoever was trying to kill Chelsea, he had to worry about the fact that any number of legitimate intelligence agencies might use the situation as a convenient excuse to bring her in.
    If they got hold of her, he would never see her again.
    “Raging Bitch, then,” Adam said.
    “I will rip your spine from your body if you call her that again.”
    “Hey, we’re using code names, Limey Bastard.”
    Whoever let Adam pick codes names needed to die. “Just brick the phones and I’ll contact you in the morning.”
    “Understood. I’ll climb the ladder tonight and we’ll be waiting for your call.” Because neither one of them would sleep now. Simon understood that. They would watch over their wife and son until they got the all clear. Climbing the ladder meant Adam would start a domino of calls to the rest of the team. In minutes, everyone would know something was going on and they would likely be up Simon’s ass by morning.
    They made it to the lifts and Simon dragged her close after pushing the down button. He didn’t want to lose sight of her for a minute.
    “Do you need a ride?” Adam asked but Simon could already hear the sound of his fingers pounding on keys. Adam was smart and fast. He would be out in the ether of the web looking for anything about Chelsea. He would have some kind of answers by morning.
    “No, I’m calling a cab if I need one. Thanks.” He was calling Jesse as soon as he hung up. Now that he thought about it, it would be better to have Jesse with him anyway. They could take Jesse’s car and trade it for Simon’s extra. Jesse was his