She started a new round of accusations, and he held the phone away from his ear. It had been ten years since he’d lived with her, yet that screeching voice could still set every nerve in his body on edge.
“I’ll call you later. And I won’t rest until I find Lily. I promise you that.”
Juliana broke into tears, then hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He probably hadn’t said the right things today any more than he’d ever managed to say the right things two times in a row when they were married.
A rotten husband. A lousy father. Par for the course.
The door to the conference room opened and the guys started filing out, all fired up and ready to go out on the streets and do their job. He could see it in their eyes and the way they walked, shoulders back oozing confidence. Only one thing on their minds, the way it had to be if you were a Confidential agent. It was the promise they’d given, the one he’d given, too. But that was before his world had been turned upside down.
He waited until Burke walked out, then joined him. “I’d like to talk to you if you’ve got a minute.”
“Sure thing, Harrison. Let’s go to my office.”
Tanner nodded, and kept walking, feeling sick inside, as if he were about to walk off the edge of a cliff with nothing to break his fall but jagged rock.
There was no cliff, but he was about to do the second hardest thing he’d ever done in all his life. And once again, there would be no going back.
Chapter Three
“Is this about Lily?” Burke asked as he closed the door.
“Am I that transparent?”
“You are now that I know what it’s like to be a father. Hope this doesn’t mean you got bad news.”
“No news. I comb the Quarter every night, ask questions, search the crack houses and dark alleyways. There’s no sign of her, and if anyone knows where she is, they’re not talking.”
“I won’t even claim to know how hard this must be on you, Tanner. If there’s anything I can do…”
“I don’t know what it would be. I’m not even certain she’s in the area anymore.”
“You want to sit down?” Burke asked.
Tanner shook his head. “I’d rather just say what I have to say and go.”
“Why do I have the feeling this isn’t something I’m going to like hearing?”
Tanner exhaled slowly, tempted to walk away and let things ride, but it wasn’t fair to anyone, most of all Conrad Burke. “You said you expect a hundred percent from all of us. I’ve got no quarrel with that. It’s the pledge I made when I signed on with you. But I can’t give it. I spend at least half my time searching for Lily. That’s just the way it is right now. I don’t think I can change that.”
“You wouldn’t be the kind of guy I’d choose for my team if you could.”
Tanner stuffed his hands in his pockets. This was tough, but putting it off wouldn’t make it any easier. “You need every man pulling his weight. I’m not pulling mine. I don’t know what else to do but resign from New Orleans Confidential.”
“Is this what you want to do?”
“No. Hell, no! I want to be out there. I want to be in the thick of the action. I want to get Senegal and Gaspard so bad I can taste it. And I want to be on the front line when we take down those scorpion-tattooed gorillas.”
Burke drew his lips into a straight, taut line and nodded slowly. Tanner felt the finality of his association with Burke and the Confidential team burn in his gut.
“It’s my loss,” Tanner admitted, “but finding my daughter has to come first.”
“We need you on the team, Tanner. I specifically picked you for what you have to offer. You’re tough and tenacious and loyal to the core.”
“I could come back when this is over, when I know Lily is safe.”
Conrad shook his head. “No. This isn’t the kind of situation a man can drop in and out of. You’re one of us or you’re not.”
“I understand.”
“I don’t think you do, Tanner. I’ll lose a good man if I have to, but not like this, especially when I don’t see your searching for Lily as a problem. While you’re out in the streets and crack houses and dark alleys looking for a lead on Lily, just keep your eyes and ears open for information on the Nilia rebels. I know you’re already doing that.”
“You’re sure?” Tanner asked, not wanting a reprieve now only to have to deal with this later.
“I’m sure.”
“The other guys may have a problem with it.”
“I doubt it, but if they do, they can take it up with me.”
“What about Bartley?” Tanner asked.
“What about him?”
“I’m not going to be able to keep an eye on him all the time if I’m out searching for Lily.”
“I didn’t pair Mason Bartley with you for you to keep an eye on him.”
“Didn’t you?”
“No. I hired him because I believe he’s the man for the job.”
“A leopard doesn’t change his spots.”
“That’s true of leopards, but men can and do change.”
Burke threw his arm around Tanner’s shoulder. “Do what you have to. In the end, that’s the measure of a man.”
“Thanks.” Tanner’s fears for Lily were just as strong as he walked over and opened the door, but the clenching in his stomach had eased. He was still a Confidential agent. He was still a member of the team.
LILY HARRISON leaned against the trunk of a cypress tree, so weak she could barely stand. She was hot and tired and so very hungry. She’d kill right now for fish and chips the way Bertoli’s on Edgeware Road made them. All crispy and golden. And water, clean, cold water that was fit to drink and not this murky mess she was standing in.
She closed her eyes and pretended she was back home in her own bed where the sheets always smelled of lemon and the down duvet was soft as a cloud.
Something swished in the ankle-deep water and she forgot the dream and took off running again. It was more difficult now. Her legs ached and her lungs burned as if someone were holding them to a torch, but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t let the two monsters catch her. Dying in the swamp, even being eaten by alligators, would be far better than the way they’d kill her.
She’d give anything to have never hopped on that bloody plane to New Orleans. To have never gotten caught up in the underage prostitution ring that had led to her witnessing that grisly double murder in the back alley of the bordello. Now Lily was fleeing for her life from two mob hit men, and she feared it was only a matter of time before they caught up with her again.
Something sharp dug into the heel of her right foot. The pain went all through like some kind of electrical charge. Tears burned and slid down her cheeks, but she managed to hold in the scream that tore at her throat.
All she’d wanted to do was come to the States and get to know her father. But Mum had been right. America was a frightening place. And her father didn’t want her in his life. That hurt a hundred times more than the pain and fear that was driving her over the edge.
And still she ran,