Bridal Armor Read Free

Blonde. In a red blazer.” And with less than a minute a good operative could have changed any one of those distinguishing features. He’d given her three minutes plus the time it had taken him to get in here.
    DeRossi was an oversight agent. Hadn’t pushed anything more dangerous than paper in a couple of years. He wanted to bang his head against the wall for underestimating her. No one working any aspect of covert ops got hired or moved up the food chain by accident.
    Still. She’d shown no sign of spotting him tailing her and it wasn’t entirely unreasonable to believe her field skills would be rusty.
    “Hot?” one of the guards asked.
    “Aren’t they all?” Grant mused.
    “Sure,” the guard admitted with a smirk. “But a few stand out. Let me cue this for you.”
    Jason waited the few seconds, let the guard zoom in. “Yeah, that’s her,” he said, stopping just shy of a fist pump. DeRossi strolled down an employee access hall with a businessman at her side. There was a brief conversation, then they moved again, out of the camera’s view. “Where did she go?”
    “Got her,” the other guard said. “She went into a cab with the dude.”
    Jason nearly choked when he recognized the man in the picture. Director Casey was no one’s “dude.” It wasn’t his job to know what DeRossi wanted with the head of his division, but of all the possibilities that popped into his head, none of them were good. The director was here for a family event and with no ties to the bride or groom, DeRossi wasn’t on the guest list.
    Hell. Had he just allowed the director to be kidnapped?
    Feeling more than a little grim, Jason watched the cab pull away from the curb. Without being asked, the pair of guards brought up visuals from the other cameras stationed around the airport until the cab went completely out of their range.
    “The cab is in the lane for the long-term parking lots.”
    That didn’t make sense to him. The car DeRossi drove to the airport was parked in the short-term garage. He’d parked on the other end of the same level.
    “Don’t airline employees have their own lot?”
    “Sure,” the first guard said. “If they’re based here, most of the crews take a shuttle in from home. But if she’s with him...” The guard let that thought trail off, but they all knew what he was implying. A sexual rendezvous wasn’t something Jason wanted to think about either.
    “Can you cue up a view of those lots?”
    The second guard shook his head. “Closed circuit on a different system through another security contract. Sorry.”
    “No problem.” He had a general direction at any rate and the storm would slow her down. He hoped. A situation like this was all about the legwork and though she had a head start, he wasn’t out of the game.
    His phone rang and the screen showed Deputy Director Holt’s somber face. Jason answered, braced to admit his momentary setback.
    “I just received a new alert of a potential problem child in your area. I’m sending you the picture.”
    Problem child in this context could mean anything from an informant to an assassin. “Am I being reassigned?” He wanted to ask more questions, but wouldn’t risk it in front of the guards.
    “No. Watch for the paths to cross.”
    “If they do?”
    “Document, but do not intervene.”
    Whoa. That set off all of his internal alarms. “Yes, sir.”
    “Any news for me?”
    He thought of DeRossi and Casey in the cab and out of his reach. “Not at this time.”
    “You lost her,” Holt said with an irritable sigh.
    “Not exactly.” It wasn’t a lie. He still had a general direction. “This freak storm is slowing everything down.”
    “I need to know what she’s after. ASAP.”
    “Yes, sir,” Jason replied. “I’m on it.”
    Ending the call, he turned the phone back and forth in his hands, waiting for the picture to come through. When it did he gave a low whistle. A woman with fiery red hair and a grin as satisfied as a cat with a