Black Jack by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

depression had been
    hollowed out of the cement. The key rested there, wrapped in a protective, heavy plastic case.
    Within seconds she had the unit unlocked and the key returned to its resting place.
    Opening the door slowly, Lilly reached in, flipped the light on, and entered the unit as she
    closed the door behind her.
    There was more than a motorcycle sitting there. Lilly felt her throat tighten, her heart racing
    out of control. Perspiration dotted her forehead, and for a moment she swore she would
    become ill. On one wall a series of shelves had been hung. A wide black case sat in the middle
    of the shelf, surrounded by smaller ones.
    Stepping to it, she opened it carefully, her breath catching at the sight of the weapon packed
    carefully in black foam.
    A sniper rifle. It was broken down, well oiled, and shining in the dim light. Reaching out to
    touch it with trembling fingers, Lilly fought back the realization that she had used it, more
    than once.
    Moving to the smaller cases, she found handguns, and knew somehow that they were
    modified and highly illegal. There were empty clips and cases of ammunition.
    There were clothes, maps, files that Lilly scanned as fear stole her breath.
    What in the hell had she been involved in?
    Shaking, she pulled a leather bag from a small cabinet and packed clothes, a Glock,
    ammunition, and several knives inside.
    Storing the bag in the back compartment of the motorcycle, Lilly turned to the remainder of
    the clothes.
    She dressed quickly in leather pants, t-shirt, and jacket. Flat leather boots pulled above the
    knee, and she found the key to the cycle hanging in the ignition.
    Fear was ever present, but so was excitement. It pounded inside her, raced through her
    bloodstream, and sent adrenaline flying through her system.
    She didn’t remember who she had been.
    She didn’t remember what she had been.
    But maybe those memories were now growing stronger, moving closer, and were almost
    within reach.
    Friendly’s Sports Bar sat in the perfect location for assignations such as the one Travis had set
    up with his favorite former Elite Ops counterpart.
    It sat on a corner. Across the street were an assortment of closely built inner-city brick
    houses that served as apartments, homes, and offices.
    Franklin Street was a busy area, especially on a Friday night, which allowed for greater
    anonymity, as well as plenty of traffic, both by vehicle and by foot, which could be used as a
    distraction as the other agents positioned themselves to watch every corner of the tavern.
    They wanted to know who was following Lilly, how she was being followed, and who they
    could be traced back to.
    Sitting at the bar, Travis nursed a beer, his gaze trained on the side entrance of the building
    from the short end of the L-shaped bar. At the other corner, Nik sat sideways on a bar stool as
    the red-haired Tehya, one of the team’s communications experts, sat beside him and flirted
    outrageously.
    Farther down the bar Clint McIntyre, a former Navy SEAL and now part of the Elite Ops
    independent backup team, sat with his wife and tried playing the drunken male on the make
    while his wife, Morganna, her long dark hair pulled back in a braid, pretended not to be
    amused.
    The rest of the team, backup as well as the agents, were positioned outside along with
    Jordan and Santos Bahre, one of Lilly’s commanders.
    “She’s not showing.” Santos’s voice came through the tiny earset that linked
    communications between the agents and the commanders. “I warned you she wasn’t this
    predictable.”
    Travis glanced around the bar.
    “She’s here.” She’d been here for a while, he suspected. He could feel her watching, those
    green eyes narrowed on him as she waited to see what he’d do.
    “Doubtful.” Reno Chavez, commander of the backup team that had been with the Ops for
    years, now spoke into the link. “Macey and I both have the entrances covered. There’s no way
    she slipped in there without