Stolen Vengeance: Slye Temp book 6 by Dianna Love Read Free Book Online

this. A scroll was stolen from the Vatican and brought into this country yesterday. If you take this job, you can never talk about the scroll or that it’s from the Vatican.”
    Whoa. Her mental racing skidded to a stop. Television images of Pope Lando arriving in Virginia yesterday flashed in her mind. He’d arrived with his usual entourage, plus an additional team who were here as representatives visiting parishes not on the pope’s itinerary.
    A scroll stolen from the Vatican. Really?
    She sat back, giving off body language for not so quick there, buddy . “Why me? There are two others with my expertise.”
    “Three, actually.”
    “What? If you’re talking about Aram Pavlovsky, he is not in my league, or that of the other two on the East Coast.”  
    “My people have not spoken to him. Yet.”
    She wished Charlie had joined her after all. Maybe she should have offered to split this deal, but it hadn’t even occurred to her to ask since she’d never needed anyone before when she was negotiating.
    And she hadn’t expected to feel this in-over-her-head during the first minute either.
    Smith had said, “I’ll know if you breathe a word of this,” with enough dark meaning the Godfather would have given points.
    Frightened didn’t quite cover the sick feeling in her stomach that if she continued this conversation she might be stepping off a ledge with no idea how far she’d fall.
    “Having second thoughts, Ms. Eklund?”
    If she was going to turn him down, now was the time to do it.
    Stay and take a job that was making her instincts throw up red flags, or walk away and watch the financial hole she was standing in cave in on top of her?

 
    Chapter 5
     
    Dingo paced the walkway near the terminal where the door for his flight to Atlanta would close in twelve minutes. He diverted his attention from the flight attendant checking her watch after he’d convinced her to tell him exactly how long he had.
    Why hasn’t Pete called back yet?
    Dingo had reached out to the one person on the West Coast that he would trust to watch Valene until Dingo could meet with Sabrina, then fly back to LA.
    But Pete had not responded, which meant he was deep undercover.
    Or dead.
    Damn. Dingo would have a hard enough time making Sabrina see reason in person. Over the phone would be a shouting match.
    If he said he was in LA, she’d go volcanic on him.
    Then she’d have to cut him loose or lose the respect of everyone on her teams, and he couldn’t put her in that position. He’d like to tell her he was taking that much-needed break she’d been trying to push on him, but Josh was finally going to have the wedding he’d put off time and again for the team.
    Dingo wouldn’t leave either one of them hanging.
    He just needed a few days right now to take care of Valene.
    He stood between two women he didn’t want to let down.
    The flight attendant announced the doors would close in three minutes.
    Dingo’s phone chirped. He stopped pacing, released a strained breath and snatched up his phone. “Where are you?”
    At the stilted pause, he pulled the phone away to check the monitor and groaned, then lifted the phone back to his ear in time to hear Tanner say, “Where am I ? Sitting in Atlanta.”
    Dingo muttered, “Shit.”
    “Nice to talk to you, too. Sabrina has new intel. We think we know who at least one of the targets might be and she’s ready to figure out a plan.”
    Pinching his nose, Dingo asked, “What’d she find out?”
    “Hasn’t shared the details yet. Said she wanted everyone together so we can move on this fast, but she did say that you were going to coordinate all the teams from headquarters.”
    “What?” Dingo snapped then lowered his voice. “She’s got White Hawk or Blade, plenty of people to run the operation. The best place to put me is in the field unless we’re after an electronics felon.”
    “Hey, I’m not arguing. Just playing messenger.”
    “Then tell her that’s a stupid