Page 15 of A Touch of Frost
“Whatever the story is, whoever is involved—I don’t care.” I explained slowly. “I’m doingyoua favour. Not Striker’s team, not this civilian, not his brother, not Wolf and the gang, not the SEALs—you. If I get fucked over again, you’re the one I’m holding responsible—got it?”
“Frost…”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “That’s my condition—take it or leave it.”
Mozart turned to the water once more and I could feel the thoughts cranking through his mind. Eventually, he shifted, and I looked up at him.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“Awww, sweetie.” I smiled. “It’s far too late for that.”
He didn’t seem impressed with my condition or my answer to him losing me. But that was the best I could do. Mozart faced the water, the breeze making his hair flutter.
“Frost…”
I turned to leave.
“Deal.” He called.
I stopped to glance back at him. “Good.” I walked toward my vehicle. “You and your friend, follow me.”
I led them back to the house, after stopping to pick up some food.
Somewhere along the way, Mozart had introduced the man but who he was, wasn’t as important as why he was there. He was tall with brown eyes that seemed as though they’d seen some harsh things.
If I was looking, I’d say he was handsome. His sleek body would turn any woman’s head—any woman but me, I had zero interest.
After we all used the washroom, we sat down to go through the information we had.
I listened to the story both Mozart and Jesse had to tell.
It sounded remarkably familiar.
The only thing was, someone shot me and left me for dead. Hopefully, Paul was safe and only in hiding. But from what Mozart told me, I highly doubt it.
I dug through the files Tex had sent with Mozart. Striker and his team was supposed to bring the doctor in to Romania, had him treat one of their own, then escort him back out. It seemed like an easy enough mission—then why was the doctor missing.
“None of this makes any sense.” I muttered. “This was the kind of mission Striker and his boys should have been able to do blindfolded.”
“What are you thinking?” Mozart asked.
“I’m thinking it was supposed to be a babysitting gig.” I pointed out. “Go in, secure the surgery site, wait until the doctor did his thing then escort him back out. Romania hasn’t been a high-risk area in years. The only way things could have gone sideways is if they had a leak.”
Mozart nodded. “That’s what we’ve been thinking. But damn…what’s your next move?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t have much time off.” Mozart confessed. “I have to head back state-side soon.”
I sighed. “Figures.”
Chapter 4
Jesse
Looking at the woman Mozart called Frost, I could in fact envision her as a special forces solder. Though she was about five foot four with a sleek body, there was an air of bad-ass-ness about her.
I watched the way she stood in front of Mozart, fingers jammed deeply into her hoodie’s pockets, shoulder squared, back straight.
