Spy Catcher: The J.J. McCall Novels (Books 1-3) (The FBI Espionage Series) by S.D. Skye Read Free Book Online Page A

and military employees cooperating with Russian intelligence service. If he passed the codes used to transmit counterintelligence message traffic, they‘d find ICE Phantom. She had no doubt. So J.J. pressed for the intel. And pressed hard.
    KARAT hemmed and hawed, suggested he’d see what he could do. Weeks later, during a pre-scheduled phone call, he came through, or so he intimated. Finally, he told J.J. he had compiled the information she needed. He’d schedule the drop as soon as he could do so without alerting internal security.
    She’d compromised herself and her career, overstayed her long-vanished welcome in the FBI in order to protect KARAT and his family. If anyone—Jack or, God forbid, the Director—ever found out the depth of her deception, she wouldn’t have to worry about quitting. She’d be fired on the spot.
    It all seemed so easy at the time. Like every other agency in the Intelligence Community that was aware of the breaches, she believed the mole to be CIA, not FBI. She’d made a promise she thought she could keep.
    Her ability to fulfill her promise had been hampered by one thing.
    One person.
    And the time had finally come to find out who the hell he was.
     

 
    Chapter 5
    Thursday Afternoon…
     
    “U hhh, heads up everybody. Plotnikov has departed the main building,” Jake said. “But he’s not alone—and his hands are full.”
    “I don’t even understand why J.J.’s so pressed to watch this guy. He’s a nobody,” Jiggy complained, speaking freely because J.J. and Tony were in the vault. “I could be at home catching up on the Young and the Restless .”
    Jake let out a strained chuckled and hopelessly watched his mark. The counterintelligence operational line chief for Washington’s Russian intelligence residency escorted Plotnikov from the residential wing to his diplomatic vehicle and jumped into the driver’s seat. “Well, J.J. doesn’t have to worry about Golikov’s people or counterintelligence following him. Aleksey Dmitriyev is his fucking chauffeur.” 
    “What the hell?” Jiggy said. “Plotnikov can’t meet our guy with a counterintelligence guy in the car. I mean, aren’t these the guys who tortured and shot spies working for the FBI?” 
    “Correct,” Jake said. “And it looks like they’re carrying luggage.”
    Dmitriyev had two jobs in the residency: one—recruit American intelligence personnel willing to collect classified American intelligence and sell it to the Russians; and two—prevent Russian embassy personnel from cooperating with American intelligence. With Dmitriyev at his side, Plotnikov could do nothing except buckle his seatbelt and enjoy the ride.
    When the words “leaving with luggage” finally processed through the team’s minds, murmurings bubbled across the airwaves.
    “Wait a minute,” Jiggy said, interrupting the chatter. “You said luggage. As in suitcases?”
    “No. As in suitcases,” Jake replied. “Something wrong with your English today?”
    “Could be comms equipment.” Jiggy said, apparently trying to avoid any thought of the worst-case scenario.
    “I doubt it,” Jake said. “Shit! J.J. and Tony are in the vault and I don’t have the number to the bat phone. Should I stay with them or abort?” Jake hoped Jiggy would suggest aborting the op. What purpose would going through the motions serve?
    “We should be asking you—Obi Wan,” Jiggy replied.
    “I’m thinking no way he’s gonna make the meet with a security officer in the car.”
    “That may be true, but I say we stick to Plotnikov like honey to a bee’s ass no matter what,” Jiggy said. “I refuse to be the one to tell J.J. we dropped coverage and don’t know what happened to the mark.”
    “Good point,” Jake said.
    The gates opened. Jake peered into his targets’ car through his Steiner binoculars. Embroiled in a heated discussion, Dmitriyev didn’t bother scanning for surveillance which meant he didn’t give a damn about the G presence