“Sure.”
“Give me his mobile number, Hayden. He deserves a chance to decipher this too.”
Ben Blake smiled to himself as his sister, Karin, fended of the advances of the second geek of the day. Before she had left for her meeting, Hayden made sure that the pair were not only safe, but also in a position to help out at a moment’s notice. Thus, she had ensconced them in a little room crammed with other uber-geeks in one of the Los Angeles CIA buildings. At first, Ben had rebelled, citing that he had stayed behind to help Hayden, not to be hidden inside the citadel of geekdom. Drake would never have left him marooned amidst so much angst and acne. But Karin had talked him into it, exerting her hard-hitting sisterly love, and now she was bearing the brunt of ninety percent of the churning hormones in the room.
Payback.
“Have they never seen a girl before?” Karin leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“Not one they could physically talk to.” Ben grinned widely. “It’ll be interesting when I have to step out and use the men’s room.”
“Do not leave me alone in here.” Karin hissed. “Unless you wanna see a roomful of virgins singing soprano.”
“Oooh, sis.” Ben laughed. “What would Dad say?”
Karin pointed at his cell phone. “Ask him. That’s him ringing now.”
Ben chatted a little with his father before a message pinged up on the computer screen in front of them. Karin reached out to click the mouse, and Ben swatted at her hand.
“Mine,” he whispered. “Could be from Hayden.”
“Like I wanna see what you two mail each other.”
Ben quickly ended the call. “Well, I’ll say this, sis. There’s no way it’s as dirty as the stuff Komodo and you have been texting each other. Or is it called sexting now?”
“Shut up.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Sexting.”
Ben clicked on the message and was pleased to see it came from Torsten Dahl, and that it consisted of several attachments, each a picture of the map the Swede had discovered in the first tomb of the gods.
Karin mumbled about her contact with Komodo being curtailed for a while because of a friggin’ mission, whilst Ben looked at the map from the various angles.
“We need to figure out where the third tomb is,” Ben said seriously. “And fast.”
Another geek made his move on Karin.
“Piss off!”
Ben’s sister stood up, shook her hair out, and addressed the room. “Get this. I’m not one of you. I don’t think like you. I do have a large brain, but it does not focus around penis. I don’t heart nerds. I heart soldiers. I’m not a secretary. I’m a friggin’ black belt. So unless you’re severely into S&M, I suggest you stay the fuck out of my way.”
Karin sat back down and sighed. “Okay, Ben. Now we can focus. Let’s find that third bloody tomb.”
The limo stopped outside a high, nondescript building far enough away from Santa Monica beach that they couldn’t even smell the sea, let alone see it. Gates’s three-man secret service patrol exited first, closely followed by Hayden, Kinimaka and Torsten Dahl. Hayden saw Belmonte place a restraining hand on Emma’s knee as she made to follow and watched as the British thief waited for Gates to receive the all clear.
Hayden walked up to Gates as he came around the back of the limo. The street was quiet. Only a few cars cruised its length, and the sidewalks were relatively deserted. They were far from the shopping district and most of the office workers were already chained to their eight-to-fives.
“Any more contact from Cayman?” Hayden asked quietly.
“Nothing. But Cayman’s a man of principal. We all agreed the time and place. He’ll be there.”
Hayden looked up. A forest of tall buildings filled her gaze. She glanced at the secret service agents and received a faint nod in return.
“All right,” she said. “Let’s go.”
As they walked, Hayden thought back over what Cayman had said to her. He’d called out of the blue the day after they brought the Blood King up from the depths of the Diamond Head volcano. At first, she’d been highly suspicious, listening without comment as he explained that he would reveal what he knew about the ancient language of the gods and the map Dahl had discovered in the Icelandic tomb. He’d said he wanted to tell her who he worked for and what he knew about the doomsday device. He was a good speaker. Even then, he was starting to make sense. He told her that he’d invited Torsten Dahl to the meeting, as a peace-making gesture. And then he told her that he’d also invited her boss, the Secretary of Defense, along with the secret service.
Hayden was impressed and convinced.
Maybe Cayman was working deep undercover for the DIA, or even the CIA, and wanted them on board. Their actions so far certainly deserved some kind of recognition.
Dahl walked alongside her. “I sent the pictures to Ben. We need his intellect, my dear, so please tell me you haven’t shagged all his brains out yet?”
Hayden coughed. “C’mon, Dahl. Let’s focus, shall we? Gates might suddenly love this guy Cayman, but we both know that his judgment may be impaired.”
“I did wonder. Why not take a leave of absence?”
“He wants to see this through. For his wife as much as himself, I guess. And he’s very good at what he does.”
“And you, Hayden. What do you think of Cayman?”
They entered the lobby. A man wearing a smart suit sat behind the desk opposite, looking surprised at the sudden influx of people into his building.
Hayden let the secret service take the lead. “Cayman? Well, he talks a good game. But then—” She smiled. “Don’t we all?”
“The man’s lower than dirt,” Dahl said. “I’ve met him.”
Kinimaka made a point of getting her attention. “We’re going up, boss,” he said, indicating the elevators ahead. “You ready?”
Hayden nodded and gave Dahl a look. The big Swede nodded his readiness. Belmonte and Emma were busy surveying the room and its CCTV cameras, as well as the windows, doors, air vents, and any other means of ingress.
“Let’s use the elevators,” Hayden said to him with a grimace. “So much easier.”
“You would think so, Miss Jaye,” Emma said in a reflective tone, “but they’re chiefly just another way of controlling and surveying the masses.”
Hayden now remembered the most annoying thing about Belmonte. He was a massive conspiracy theorist. Clearly, he’d passed along much of what he believed in.
“Let’s try them anyway.”
The large group moved toward the nearest elevator. The secret service insisted on checking it out and then made noises indicating that only the Secretary and themselves should travel on the first one. Hayden acquiesced to keep the peace and filed into a second elevator. Kinimaka jabbed the button for the top floor.
They traveled up in silence. Weapons were checked. Belmonte pointed out the location of a cleverly hidden camera. Emma stood on tiptoe to plaster chewing gum over it.
“Always let them know they can’t beat you,” she said with a cheeky little smile.
Belmonte smiled happily as if to say that’s my girl. Hayden kept her gaze firmly on the flashing floor numbers, trying hard not to think about the weeks she had spent with the British super-thief.
But, truth be told, they were good weeks. Hard to forget.
The elevator slowed. The doors slid open. Hayden stepped out and saw Gates with his secret service guard just ahead of them. She peered around the room. Kinimaka padded to her side, voicing a few choice expletives of surprise.