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TWELVE
The second motelwas worse than the first. Harry thought it was more of a seedy boarding house than motel, but it was well-hidden. And with their car parked around the back, it was highly unlikely anyone would come looking for them here.
Harry wondered if he cared anymore.
If anyone came looking for them, it would give Harry a good excuse to beat the piss out of someone.
He was really fucking pissed off.
There were too many coincidences.
Trevor Whitmore worked for Solaris. The same energy company that Professor Taleb was working for. The same company, more than likely, that had him killed. Trevor Whitmore was ex-Australian special forces. Hell, maybe he was still enlisted.
It wasn’t uncommon for ex-military to work private security.
But Whitmore knew Harry’s handler. Harry’s handler, who’d had Professor Taleb killed. Harry’s handler, who had put a price on Harry’s head.
Was seeing Whitmore irrefutable proof?
No. Just a whole lot of coincidences.
Harry didn’t believe in coincidences.
Especially with everything Asher had said. Which admittedly wasn’t much, but it was enough.
Harry was sure now, if he wasn’t already, that what Asher was telling him was the truth.
Harry put his bag down, looked around the godawful dark and dirty room, and took out his phone. Did he risk calling his handler? Did he call him now and ask what the fuck was going on? Did he call him and act like he knew nothing?
He was staring at his phone when he heard a buzz. Not Harry’s phone. It was Asher’s. His phone had never rung before. Harry’s eyes went to Asher’s, and Asher smiled as he answered, the call on speaker. “Hello, darling,” a smooth male voice said.
Asher laughed. “You’re on speaker, and the very handsome and well-hung Harry is with me. Please tell me you found something already.”
Harry’s mouth fell open.
Four didn’t even miss a beat. “Solaris is one of many subsidiary shell companies under an umbrella corporation registered in Switzerland. Each one registered as a subsidiary of the next.”
“Let me guess,” Asher said dryly. “Untraceable.”
“My darling, have you no faith in me?”
Asher smiled, staring directly at Harry. “You know I do.”
Harry glared at him.My darling. For fuck’s sake.
“The company Solaris shows activity,” the voice on the phone said. There was an accent but Harry couldn’t place it. “But it’s a front. It has to be. Financials are too neat and tidy. The information is very helpful though, thank you.”
Asher was still smiling at Harry. “I’m glad we could help.”
“We’re going to need that USB, though.”
“Of course.”
The man hummed. “And how is that handsome and well-hung Harry treating you?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. Asher laughed. “Dreadfully.”
Jesus Christ.
