capture the image of a mainlander lost to the majesty of the surf foaming white against black cliffs. The oceanâs roar would serve as a natural sound buffer for her report to OMEGA. Folding her arms, Jordan toyed absently with her earring. One flick activated the transmitter.
âThis is Diamond.â
Claire came on within a few seconds. âCyrene here. I read you, Diamond.â
Lightning chimed in as well. âIâm here, too.â
The fact that her boss was still at the control center despite the late hour D.C. time didnât surprise Jordan. Not with the kind of political pressure OMEGA was facing on this mission. She gave him the names of the guests sheâd met at dinner and a rundown of her earlier encounter with Greene and his financial adviser.
âTheyâre interested. Definitely interested. Myers volunteered to get me in good with his pals in Colombia. Heâs going to help me work a deal on an emerald supply.â
âNice of him.â
âIsnât it? I suspect heâll pocket a fat brokerâs fee.â
âOr skim more off the top of Greeneâs business deals with the Colombians.â
âSpeaking of skimming,â she said, scowling at the pinpricks of iridescent green glittering in the dark depths of the sea, âdid Cyrene tell you TJ Scott was waiting for me when I arrived?â
âShe did.â
Lightning didnât ask the question, but Jordan answered it anyway.
âScott still claims he was set up.â
âYou were there. What do you think?â
What she thought about Thomas Jackson Scott would blister the airwaves. Reining in her anger, Jordan answered as coolly as she could.
âIâm keeping him in my sights.â
Five thousand miles away, Lightning shared a quick look with Cyrene. Any target Diamond got in her crosshairs was a walking corpse.
âIâm going to do some night work a little later,â she told them. âPay another visit to Greeneâs office. Among other things, I want to see what kind of information he gathered on Scott before hiring him.â
âKeep us posted,â Lightning instructed. âAnd be careful.â
âWill do.â
Cyrene cut the transmission and added a note in her electronic log, while Nick digested Diamondâs report. He trusted both her skills and her instincts or he wouldnât have sent her in. As far as he knew, those instincts had failed her only once. Thoughtfully, he met Claireâs glance.
âPull up everything you can on TJ Scott. I want the names of the officers who busted him. The pimps and dealers he put the squeeze on. The judge who threw out his case. The address of his favorite pizza joint. Where he buys his underwear. Everything. â
CHAPTER 4
T he black thermal suit fit Jordan like a second skin. As thin and supple as Saran, its inner lining was coated with a high-tech polymer that made the body-hugging jumpsuit easy to slither into.
The lining trapped and contained body heat, thus reducing the wearerâs thermal signature and making him or her virtually undetectable by infrared scanners. That was great on missions to Alaska or Antarctica. Not so great in steamy Hawaii. Still, Jordan figured swimming around in her own sweat was a small price to pay for virtual invisibility.
Twisting her hair into a loose knot on top of her head, she dragged up the black hood and worked itaround her earrings. The embedded transmitter was so sensitive she could send and receive right through the polymer coating.
Hood in place, she rolled down the attached face mask. The mouth and eye slits were covered with a breathable version of the same heat-containing shield. With every inch of her body encased in skintight black, she felt like a night version of Spider-Man.
She flicked off the bathroom lights and watched herself disappear. The wide mirror above the sink didnât pick up so much as a shadow when she moved. With the CD
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