Nick made as if to throttle Jean, while circling around Rachel with Deke on his heels.
“Can I help make pancakes, Mom?” Jean asked the red-faced Rachel.
“Ah…sure,” Rachel answered, moving around Jean and into the kitchen. “You do realize, you little sneak, between you and Deke, I’ll have a heart attack before I’m forty, don’t you?”
“You really like Nick, don’t you Mom?”
“There’s an understatement.”
Nick brought Deke back from their morning jaunt in time for breakfast. He unfastened Deke’s leash and sat down at the dining table with Jean, who had just begun eating her pancakes.
“Want some pancakes, Nick?”
“Sure.”
Rachel came in a moment later with her own plate and one for Nick. She returned to the kitchen for coffee, as Nick slid his cup from next to the notebook computer to where he was sitting. Rachel filled his cup and hers before sitting down.
“Is Gus coming over tonight again?”
“He wants to do a drive by at our favorite dock. Then he’ll stop by to see what I’ve decided about Frank’s offer.”
“Oh come on, Nick, you can’t be seriously considering doing his dirty work again,” Rachel argued, giving him a disgusted look.
“Actually, our dirty work too,” he corrected her. “I checked the Internet news. The Feds hit Tanus this morning. If they can’t nail Bidwell, we’ll be looking over our shoulders forever. I don’t play that game. Frank’s intelligence was very good on the Denver deal. Granted, he threw in a takeout team, too, but -”
“I’m afraid your luck’s going to run out,” Rachel interrupted, seeing Jean watching them with wide eyes. “We’re so close, Nick. Can’t we give Grace and Tim a chance to do this legally?”
“Frank sent me the info. I looked it over last night. There’s only a one week window. It would take Gus and I a couple days to get into position. The moment word got out the drives were in the Fed’s hands, Bidwell took off for Nassau, where he owns a piece of Coral Reef Boat Rentals. We know the area real well.”
“But…but what about us, Nick?” Jean asked.
“I think it may be time to ask Grace and Tim for a bit of protection. I’ll come up with a story about how we should split up for now until they get the bad guys and -”
“No!” Rachel slammed her hand onto the table in anger. “We’re not leaving you, and you’re not leaving us!”
“Mom’s right. You said we’re a team,” Jean added, her quivering lip betraying emotion she tried desperately to hold back. “I don’t want you to go.”
Deke, hearing and smelling something different in the air, shot up between Rachel and Jean, his paws on the table, tail wagging.
“Look, you two, have I done something to earn this kind of disrespect from my team? With Frank’s recent track record, I don’t want either of you anywhere around me on this. He has zero interest in you two since the drives were made public. Because of the high stakes on this, there’s high risk too. Besides, this’ll be out at sea, where we’d have nowhere to run. Secondly, who the hell will be looking after my dog if you two come with me?”
Rachel knew Nick was right. Anger at the sudden decision clouded all other thought. She bit her lip in order to remain silent. She patted Deke down to the floor and took her plate out to the kitchen without another word. Jean looked from Nick to Rachel in disbelief. Something had changed, but what, the little girl could not understand. She reached across the table, covering Nick’s hand with her own as Rachel listened from the kitchen.
“You…you’ll come back for us…won’t you, Nick?”
“Absolutely.”
Gus knocked on the door, holding the briefcase Nick had requested with charts of an area off the coast of Nassau. Rachel answered the door, giving Gus a slight smile before waving him in. Gus followed her inside and down the short hallway. Jean and Deke were sitting on the couch together watching a movie. Nick looked up from his computer and gestured at a chair next to him at the dining room table.
“Hey, Gus, have a seat. Any bad news from our favorite dock?”
“Nope, not a sign.” Gus nodded with a smile at Rachel, who held up an iced mug from the kitchen. “I brought the charts you asked for. Did you decide to play for your little friend in Washington again?”
“It’s not a forgive and forget, but he sure has some interesting intel.”
Rachel set the mug down in front of Gus, and then joined Jean and Deke on the couch.
“Wow, what the hell did you do, brother, kick Deke?”
“My decision is unpopular. In three days’ time Bidwell will be fishing off the Nassau coast in a Coral Reef Rental luxury boat called the Tequila. Remember the drug cartel guy four years ago?”
“Yeah. I believe we had a two week recon on that job.”
“This is a strictly volunteer excursion. Frank may have something unexpected for us after I send Bidwell to his reward.”
“Has he screwed you before?” Gus asked with some hesitation, knowing Nick did not like questions on past ops from people with no prior knowledge.
“Did you happen to hear about some mysterious deaths in the Denver area?”
“No shit!” Gus exclaimed, real surprise highlighting his features. “Damn, Nick, a sitting US Senator? He didn’t die in his sleep, huh?”
“Sort of. There were two special op guys who supposedly killed each other nearby on the same night. They were there for me, courtesy of Frank, after offering up his boss for me to guide into the happy hunting ground.”
“So that’s what all this talk about deals was about. I can outfit us against something in our weight class, but I doubt we could run from a destroyer or a helicopter gunship. I’m in though. You have plans for your family they’re unhappy with?”
“I called my US Marshall friends. They’re flying down here tomorrow morning. They’ll be picking up my three upset companions. Rachel’s very excited about it, aren’t you Rach?”
Rachel held up her right arm, right hand and middle finger. Gus laughed and spread out the first chart on the table.
“Show me what you have in mind, ‘Family Guy’.
Gus arrived with Rachel, Jean, and Deke at the park where they had played softball together. Nick had picked the spot out for handing his charges over to the US Marshalls. Rachel left the passenger side of the rental Buick after Gus popped the trunk lid. She took out their bags and set them over by the sidewalk. Gus turned and handed Jean an envelope while Rachel unloaded the car.
“Nick said to give you this. Happy birthday, Danger.”
Jean opened the card and read the words as tears filled her eyes: ‘I love you, Danger. Take care of your mom and Deke. We’ll have a real party when I see you next time. I’ll be thinking of you, Deke, and your mom every moment. Happy birthday, kid. Love, Nick.’ Jean hugged Gus over the seat back and left the car with Deke. Gus drove away.
Ten minutes later, a dark blue Ford van pulled up next to the curb. Grace stepped down from the passenger side of the van, smiling happily at her three former clients. Rachel made a stopping gesture as Grace began hurrying over to them.
“Tell Tim to get out of the van and open all the doors, Grace,” Rachel directed.
“What?” Grace looked at Rachel as if she had gone around the bend.
“Please, just humor me.”
Grace stood still for a moment and then returned to the van. She opened the passenger side door and the sliding door on the side.
“Tim, get out and leave your door open. Open the rear doors too.”
“This some kind of joke?” Tim asked in confusion.
“Just do it. I guess Rachel’s still a little gun-shy.”