Bodyguard of Lies by Bob Mayer Read Free Book Online Page B

If he was surprised at any of it, he didn't show it.
    "I don't know why Jean-Philippe wanted me dead," she concluded, which brought a ghost of a smile to Gant's lips.
    "I doubt you were the objective of the bomb," he said. “You say he worked as an oil broker?”
    “Yes,” Neeley said. “There’s a large black market for oil that can’t go through normal channels, for example that coming out of Iraq despite the embargo. Jean-Philippe would put together the deals. He worked with a loose-knit group of men who did this.”
    Gant had nodded. “The shadow world. There’s one for every niche and they all touch each other at some point.”
    Gant left her alone that day as he searched Berlin for her old associates. The business house was empty and wiped clean. The small group had completely disappeared, leaving no tracks of itself behind. Gant did as much as he could without arousing suspicion but he said little to Neeley about how his days were spent. She had enough awareness to realize that his place here was a cover; that he was beyond the Army, even beyond the classified Special Forces unit he was apparently assigned to in Berlin. A cover within a cover. There had been whispers among Jean-Philippe’s friends of a special American unit hidden in Berlin, but nothing specific.
    After a few days, Neeley questioned Gant about his work. They were watching the news and there was more coverage of the crisis in Mogadishu, the failed raid and the attempts to get back the pilot.
    "I had instructions to get the hell away for a while," he told her.
    Neeley looked over from the television and President Clinton’s haggard face as he discussed what had gone wrong in Africa. "What does that mean?"
    Gant pointed to the television. "That. That cluster-fuck. They just want me to disappear for a while. I think I might make it longer than just a while. I’ve got a strong suspicion they may not want me back at all."
    As if sensing her surprise, Gant continued, "Look, Neeley, we've been thrown together and it's going to take us some time to figure out what we're doing. I've been thinking about some things and I want to talk to you about them. In the meantime, just understand that I did some work for the US government that those who gave the orders want to hide. I left what you would call the normal military a long time ago and I've been in the dark for so long it's hard to get used to talking at all. Another reason this house is empty.
    "I've got only one real talent and it's the one my bosses needed the most. It's patience. I can sit in the same spot and wait. For days, weeks, even months if I have to. Then I can do what I'm told to do in an efficient manner. You're going to have to develop some patience. We have to sit quietly and come up with a plan. A good plan because we both have enemies out there in the world and we need to keep them off our backs. I’m not sure what exactly is going on and I don’t know if I ever will figure it all out, but my priority right now is our safety so I’m going to see what kind of deal I can get for us."
    That night, she slipped out of the little bunk bed and tiptoed to the other bedroom. She put her hand on the knob and slowly turned. The door silently opened onto more darkness. She felt in the dark for the furniture and, finding the bed, moved around to climb under the covers. Gant was a still form lying on his back. She started to slide her hand down his stomach but he stopped her with a firm grasp of her wrist. Holding her hand in his, he pulled her until his warm body was spooned behind her. "Why are you here?" he whispered in her ear.
    "Because you've been so good to me. Taken care of me."
    "I don't take barter, Neeley."
    She started to answer and he hushed her. "We'll call this rule number two. Never use your body when you can use your brain. And Neeley, next time you sneak up on someone in the dark, remember it's more than likely they have a gun pointed at your face. I'll let it slide tonight