Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh

But he would not allow the network he had worked
a lifetime to build to be threatened by the
    infiltration of terrorism.
    At least he had a line in the sand, Ian thought mockingly.
He could infect babies with drugs, murder his
    own people, make whores out of runaways, and kidnap
helpless young women, but he wasn't a terrorist.
    Breathing out roughly at the thought, he flicked his
fingers at his bodyguards—Deke, Mendez, Cristo,
    and Trevor—and headed to the study.
    The four men had been working on suggestions for the new supply
routes as well as security for the
    warehouses and transportation.
    He stood in the middle of the study as the others entered.
Cristo, shorter than the others but no less
    dangerous, closed the heavy door as Trevor Mandrake moved
to the safe in the wall, coded in the
     
    combination, and pulled free a hand-sized electronic box
and flipped it on.
    Trevor moved around the room, watching the digital and
analog displays before giving Ian a short nod
    that everything was okay.
    The first three months he had been with Diego, he'd had to
sweep his study as well as his bedroom each
    time he entered it. The son of a bitch had been determined
to spy on him. They would fight over it, agree
    that Diego wouldn't spy on him, then Ian would find more
bugs. Diego had finally begun realizing the
    futility of it in the last few months.
    "We haven't found a bug in a while," Deke said.
"The old man giving up?"
    Ian shot him a chiding look. Diego Fuentes didn't give up,
he just waited until a person was suitably
    comfortable.
    "The villa next door was leased today," Trevor
announced, moving to the desk as Ian sat down in the
    sinfully soft leather and stared across the gleaming cherry
top. "Kira Porter and her uncle Jason McClane
    moved in this evening. I did some preliminary background
checks. They're coming up clean."
    Trevor powered up his laptop, coded in the security passes,
and brought up the file he had pulled
    together on Kira Porter. It was amazingly in-depth.
    Ian leaned back in his chair and stared at the file Trevor
was currently scrolling through. There was
    nothing about her work as an unofficial agent for the DHS,
and nothing in there concerning her code
    name, Chameleon.
    "This woman is no one to fuck with," Trevor said,
his voice unaccountably serious. "She has a black belt
    in Tae Kwon Do, training in heavy weapons and hand-to-hand
combat. Her cousin managed to buy her
    a six-month training session with a team of off-duty SEALs
ten years ago. She goes back for four weeks
    once a year to renew that training. Her bodyguard, Daniel
Calloway, is one of the original SEAL team
    members that trained her. They train almost daily from what
I understand. And the few times anyone
    attempted to kidnap McClane's darling niece, they turned up
dead within weeks. He doesn't take
    prisoners, he makes examples."
    "Makes sense to train her," Deke mused.
"McClane is protective of her. She's the only family he has
    left."
    "Enough about Ms. Porter." Ian leaned forward and
hit the command key, closing the file Trevor had
    been scrolling through. "She's an interesting event in
our otherwise dull lives, I realize, but we have our
    own business to conduct." He flicked his fingers from
the laptop to Trevor, an indication to use the
    equipment for the reasons they were there rather than going
over information that, as far as they were
    concerned, had nothing to do with the business at hand.
    "Okay, delivery routes and points of transport."
Trevor pulled up the satellite map on the laptop. "Here's
    the current routes." He highlighted the mountain
passes and broken roads that led to several makeshift
    airfields and shipping ports. "We've had reports that
Sorrell has men watching two of those routes, here
    and here." Trevor pointed out the routes into the U.S.
"This could be the line he's wanting to use to
    transport the explosives and men for the strike rumored to
be in progress against America."
    "He's escalating against us to