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Dirk’s brows drew together in a sudden frown. “Why do you say that? That’s not a fake contusion on his forehead—I’ve seen enough in my business to know the difference.”
“Shh,” she replied as Vanessa came back into the room, a small overnight case in her hand. Mei-li picked up her handbag from the floor, tucked her notepad and pen away, and hooked the strap over her shoulder. “I’m ready to go down as soon as you are, Mr. DeWinter.”
Dirk was perturbed by Mei-li’s statement that Vanessa was lying, and possibly Chet, as well. But he was too good an actor not to be able to hide what he was thinking when he wanted to. He glanced at Vanessa, then away. And in that brief instant he knew Mei-li was right—Vanessa was concealing something. What, he had no idea...but something.
* * *
The five of them had dinner in the Spring Moon Restaurant on the first floor while the storm raged outside. They could hear the howling wind and the slashing rain as the outer wall of Typhoon De-De came ashore, but the Peninsula Hotel had withstood typhoons before, and the staff carried on as if nothing were amiss. As long as they had power, guests were guests and needed to be fed.
The normalcy of it all seemed bizarre to Dirk, despite the bundles of pillows and blankets the restaurant patrons had stashed next to their tables. But it wasn’t just the preparations for a night to be spent in the hotel lobby that had him on edge, and at first he thought he couldn’t possibly eat—not when he was desperate to do something about finding his daughters. But Mei-li murmured for his ears only, “There is nothing we can do until the typhoon has passed—it would be suicide to go outside now.”
“I know.” His voice was rough with suppressed emotion.
When she added, “Refusing to eat accomplishes nothing, Mr. DeWinter,” and ordered the crispy rice with lobster in lobster bisque, he realized she was right.
The lobster sounded particularly good, especially with the lobster soup as a sauce, and he told the waiter, “I’ll have the same,” without even looking at the menu. He needed to keep up his strength, if for no other reason than to tear his daughters’ kidnappers apart when they were found. When, he reiterated to himself with grim determination. Not if. Because he would never rest until his daughters were found. Would never know a moment’s peace until their kidnappers—including Terrell Blackwood—were brought to justice...a father’s justice.
That thought reminded him he needed to talk privately with Mei-li, needed to tell her what had happened nearly twenty years ago and why Terrell Blackwood would have engineered this kidnapping. And why ransom might not be the reason behind it.
* * *
The disposable cell phone Terrell Blackwood kept by his bed when he was sleeping and in his pocket when he was awake rang once, twice, three times before he managed to shake off the dregs of a dream and answer it. He squinted at the clock and saw by the glowing red numbers on the clock that it was just past 5:00 a.m. “Yes?”
“We have your packages,” a cold voice informed him, and his heart leaped. The code phrases had all been worked out in advance, so he knew what the voice was referring to—Derek Summers’s daughters were now in his agents’ custody. “But there’s a problem.”
“Problem?”
“Nothing major, but we were unable to ship them as originally planned. Hong Kong is shut down tight because of an unseasonal typhoon. All flights are grounded.”
Hurricane, Terrell translated in his mind. Shipping the packages—that meant transferring custody of Summers’s daughters to the pilots who were supposed to whisk them out of Hong Kong in a private plane and take them to Manila in the Philippines, then to Jakarta in Indonesia, to Perth, Australia, and finally—the trickiest part of the plan—back to the United States. There the little girls would be sold for adoption on the black market. The income the sales would bring was a pittance compared to what this entire project was costing Terrell, but the money was meaningless. Revenge was all he cared about.
Terrell had tried to kill Derek Summers all those years ago...and had failed. And every day he’d spent in prison he’d dreamed of the revenge that would be his eventually, how he would kill Summers with his own hands...once he was free.
Until Summers’s daughters were born.
That’s when he’d had an epiphany. A revelation. That’s when he’d realized he could visit upon Summers the agony he’d experienced at the loss of his only child. And Summers would finally pay...endlessly...for what he’d done.
