Paradise Crime Thrillers Box Set

by Toby Neal

  Sophie dug her toes into the sand, creating drag, slowing the men down. The one on the left stumbled and grunted, eliciting a curse from the one on her right. They were off-balance. Sophie bent her knees and contracted her abs, dragging her legs forward. Calling on every reserve she had, she shot up to stand, ripping her arms out of their grip.

  She was in no shape to fight two strong men. Her best option was flight, and there was only one direction with any real possibility. Sophie spun away and staggered toward the ocean, reeling and falling, scrambling up and propelling her body toward the water as fast as she could.

  She barely heard the curses and cries behind her, but they were gaining. She was probably in better shape than her pursuers, if only her body could throw off enough of the effects of electrical shock to escape.

  The ocean hitting her knees felt colder than Maui’s water should be, but the wet chill sensation blasted the last of the fog from her brain. Sophie dove in, flinging herself forward with all her strength.

  She couldn’t let them hit her with the Taser again. Hopefully, the water would disable the weapon, not amplify it!

  Sophie heard splashing behind her, but didn’t slow down to see how close her pursuers might be. She just launched forward with everything she had, flailing her arms and kicking her feet, churning through the black water as fast as her weakened body would go. She swam straight out from shore toward the moonlit horizon.

  Face down in the inky sea, Sophie found the rhythm of an overhand stroke, creating distance with every powerful pull of her arms as her strength returned.

  She didn’t slow until her lungs were burning and her arms were limp as string. When she finally paused, lifting her head to look back toward shore, her eyes stung from the salt and her body trembled uncontrollably.

  She shook the water from her eyes, gazing at the distant beach. A black line of palm trees and greenery lined the shore, highlighting the lit shapes of houses and the silver emptiness of the beach. Her pockets felt heavy with her ruined cell phone and her own useless Taser.

  But not even her Glock would have protected her from the surprise attack she’d endured. Stupid to have been daydreaming about her boyfriend. There was no doubt in her mind who was behind the attack—Assan. She’d known the Hong Kong gangster had escaped federal custody, but had been lulled into sloppiness by no sign of him since the news of his escape.

  Assan had sworn to kill her the last time he saw her, and she had no doubt he planned to do that—but in his own good time, when he’d tired of torturing her. The thought chilled her, sapping her energy. The inevitability of her death at his hands seemed to take her over, trying to pull her down into the black depths in which she swam.

  Suicide would cheat Assan of his pleasure, and save herself pain.

  “Ah, depression, my old friend. I wondered when I’d hear from you,” she murmured, salt stinging her mouth as she spoke the words aloud.

  Dr. Kinoshita had told Sophie to identify the depression’s powerful thoughts to help distance them from herself. Over time, Sophie had come to recognize the distinct “sound” of those thoughts—and they came to her in her mother Pim Wat’s flat, sad voice.

  Sophie lay back in the water, letting her bare feet drift upward, spreading her arms to float as best she could. She gazed up into the vault of the sky. The moon on the horizon was almost as bright as dawn. The stars seemed close enough to touch. Perhaps it was the electrical shock, or the effect of an overdose of adrenaline, but it seemed like she could fall upward into the stars, and be absorbed into space.

  Everything was just atoms, vibrating at different frequencies. She was a tiny part of it all, and separation was merely an illusion.

  Not the voice of depression, this time. This was the voice of Spirit speaking within her. She was learning to recognize that, too.

  The cold of the water penetrated, and Sophie rolled onto her belly, striking out for shore with a gentle breaststroke, trying not to imagine all of the creatures below her in the inky dark water, some of which might enjoy her as a snack. Little current or wave action impeded her progress back to shore, and for that she was grateful. She swam for an endless period before her feet touched the sandy bottom and she staggered up onto the sand, still a good way off from the estate.

  But the beach was lit up with the floodlights Shank Miller hated. The dark silhouettes of Jake and their two men moved along the beach toward her, flashlights in their hands.

  Sophie straightened, pushing her tired, sopping body forward through the shallow water. She raised her arms, waving. “Over here!”

  Antigua, Shank Miller’s property manager and chef, handed Sophie a mug of strong Thai tea. “Here. Drink this.”

  The china rim of the cup chattered against Sophie’s teeth as she sipped, wrapped in a towel and seated on one of the canvas-covered couches in Miller’s living room. She kept her eyes down as Jake sat across from her on an ottoman.

  “Sophie.” Jake squeezed her forearm with a big hand. She raised her eyes reluctantly to his.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone out alone for a run.”

  “An accurate assessment. I believe I told you some time ago that you can’t afford that kind of risk until Ang is in custody.” Jake’s eyes were blued steel.

  Sophie nodded and sipped her tea. Her hands were steadier. “You were right. Try not to gloat.”

  “This is too serious for gloating. I’ll save that for the little stuff, like when I beat you in the ring.” They practiced mixed martial arts sparring several times weekly to keep up combat skills. “So, I called your cop friend, Lei. She’s on her way to interview you about the attack.”

  “I appreciate that. Lei knows the story.” The idea of telling a random unknown police officer her long and painful history with Assan Ang made Sophie’s stomach cramp. “I should call Marcella, too. And Connor. I just need a few more minutes to pull myself together. And, I’ll need a new phone.”

  “I have an extra burner you can have, and you can download your contacts list.” Jake squeezed her arm. She’d forgotten his hand still gripped her. He stood and began to pace with that restless energy that was such a part of him. “I’m going to review the surveillance footage from the cameras looking down the beach. See if your wannabe kidnappers were caught on camera.”

  “Good idea. Thank you.”

  Jake strode off as Antigua entered, bringing her familiar aroma of coconut and gardenia. The woman’s café latte skin gleamed in the lamplight as she held out a fresh towel to Sophie. “I’m thinking a hot shower might feel good before you have to tell your story to the cops.” Her warm voice was compassionate. “I know I wouldn’t want to be sitting around in soaked, salty clothes if I were you.”

  Sophie rose from the couch and took the towel gratefully, handing the chef her empty mug. “Yes, thanks. You are absolutely right about that.”

  Under the fall of water in the little bathroom attached to her guest suite, Sophie assessed herself for damage. The Taser had struck her between her shoulder blades. The prongs had dug into skin revealed by her skimpy running top and the area felt sore. She still felt some residual weakness, and the thump of an approaching headache—but she was unharmed otherwise.

  She was damn lucky to have gotten away.

  Assan was going to be more crafty and prepared next time. He would find some new way to attack her when her guard was down. She remembered his mind games all too well, punishments ranging from subtle to overt. Her escape would enrage him; he would look for a way to make her suffer.

  The depression beat its dark wings, urging her to give up, give in, and let whatever might come happen. “You always lose, Sophie. You are just unlucky, always have been. Doomed. You might as well give up.”

  But she had so much to live for. A new relationship with an amazing man, friends, and a truly great dog. She looked down at the delicate curlicued Thai writing on the insides of her arms: hope and respect, power and truth. Down the outsides of her thighs: courage and freedom. Ci
rcling her navel in tiny writing were love, joy, and bliss. These words were her mantra, her destiny—not the crippling negativity of the depression.

  She’d escaped and she had beaten Assan before—and she could do it again. She would do it again, and ultimately, she’d find a way to make sure he never hurt her, or anyone she loved, ever again. And she might have to do it herself.

  Sophie met with Sergeant Leilani Texeira and her longtime partner Pono Kaihale in Shank Miller’s den, a masculine room sporting a pool table and video game console as well as a small home theater area.

  Lei enfolded Sophie in a hug. Her friend’s curly brown hair tickled Sophie’s nose, and her athletic body, clad in the usual tank top with cotton jacket and jeans, felt wiry and petite in Sophie’s arms. “I’m sorry to have to come see you for this reason.”

  “It’s always good to see you, Lei, no matter the circumstances.”

  “Likewise.” The women smiled at each other, and Lei gestured to the deep armchair under a masculine, green shaded lamp. “Just begin at the beginning. Pono will tape this, so you don’t have to repeat anything. And if we have questions, we’ll let you know.”

  After Pono set up the recording with date, time, and people present, Sophie started in. “I believe the kidnappers were sent by my ex-husband, Assan Ang.”

  Conscious of laying the groundwork for the investigation by sharing background, Sophie told them her history with Ang in brief, detached terms.

  The arranged marriage in Thailand when she was nineteen. The five years in Hong Kong when she had lived as a captive in their apartment, allowed out only on Assan’s arm for social reasons or to attend college, where she’d studied computer science. Her escape from Ang, a carefully engineered plan that had brought her to the United States and into the FBI, who’d headhunted Sophie in Hong Kong for her language and tech abilities. A brief synopsis of her five-year career as a tech agent in the FBI. The case that had led her to uncover Ang’s elaborate plot to recapture her. The brutal showdown between them that resulted in his arrest. And finally, Ang’s escape from federal custody during his extradition back to Hong Kong.

  “I’m sorry to make you go through all of that again,” Lei said. Her brown eyes were compassionate.

  So were Pono’s, as the sturdy Hawaiian man nodded in support. “It’s important that we have all the facts on record as we move ahead to try to capture Ang.” Pono’s big brown hands dwarfed the stylus he used to take notes on his tablet. “You’re here working on a security detail for Shank Miller. Is there any chance that this attack is related to that case, instead?”

  “I don’t believe so. There is a Detective Cruz with MPD who is handling the criminal tracking of the stalking case on Miller. This attempt to kidnap me does not match anything about that case.”

  “We didn’t think so,” Lei agreed. “We just have to explore every possibility. We’ll contact Cruz so we don’t duplicate any efforts.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if this crazy fan calling herself Blondie doesn’t make some sort of attempt to capture Shank in the not-too-distant future,” Sophie said. “But as of now, I believe tonight’s attack was directed only at me. I’ve been expecting something from Assan. He promised to kill me the next time we met. But I suspect he will keep me alive for a while first, to…” Sophie’s throat closed. She was unable to speak of the sexual and other tortures she suspected Ang had planned for her.

  Pono cleared his throat and looked away, clearly uncomfortable, but Lei met Sophie’s eyes squarely. “Staying inside this compound and going out only with an escort seem like pretty reasonable precautions. I’m surprised Jake let you go jogging at night, alone.”

  “Jake’s not in charge of how I spend my personal time,” Sophie said, irritation flushing her neck.

  “Partners look out for each other,” Pono said, with a head nod to Lei. “I’ve had a few things to say to Lei over the years about both her personal life and how she was handling her work. And she’s never short on opinions about me, either.”

  Sophie swallowed, looking down at her hands. “You two have a different dynamic than Jake and I.”

  Lei cleared her throat. “As you know, I’m the FBI liaison on Maui, so I’ll get in touch with the Oahu Bureau office to work on the investigation into Ang’s whereabouts. We’ll make sure the Oahu team is updated on this latest incident, and try to get some manpower over here to check whether he is on Maui. We’ll also be looking for the two thugs who tried to grab you. Good job getting away. I’ve been tased myself, and it’s no fun.” Lei patted Sophie’s shoulder. “The good news is you’ll be fine in the morning. Get some rest.”

  “I’ll try.” Sophie staggered to her room, wishing she’d just listened to Jake and gone to bed hours ago. Jake had left the burner phone for her on the bureau, and she took the time to download her contacts—but calling Connor and Marcella felt too exhausting. She fell asleep with the phone in her hand, curled close to her body.

  Chapter Four

  Sophie woke to knocking on her door. She knuckled her eyes, slipping into the silk robe embroidered with dragons her aunt had sent from Thailand. She opened the door. “Yes?”

  “There’s someone here to see you. I wanted to make sure he is authorized before I let him in.” Antigua’s dark brown eyes were concerned. “His name is Todd Remarkian.”

  Sophie’s pulse picked up immediately. “Of course, let him in. He is our boss—the CEO of Security Solutions.”

  Even as she turned away from the door to get dressed, Sophie wondered why she hadn’t identified Todd, who went by Connor in private, as her boyfriend. Was she afraid of saying those words?

  She dressed quickly in her usual work outfit of black yoga pants and button-down shirt. There was nothing to be done about her thick, curly hair, matted from the ordeal last night and sleeping on it wet. She missed the days of her short MMA buzz cut for that reason.

  She checked her face in the mirror as she slicked on colored lip balm. Connor had told her many times that she was beautiful in spite of the unevenness created by the facial prosthetic and the scar bisecting her cheekbone, marking a skin graft stitched up into her hairline. The change in her appearance from the gunshot wound still jarred Sophie whenever she looked in the mirror.

  Connor was talking to Jake in the rock star’s spacious living room, and broke off when he caught sight of her. He strode across the broad expanse of polished teak floor to embrace her, pulling her in close. “Thank God you’re okay.”

  Sophie closed her eyes and breathed him in, savoring the strength of his arms, his warm hard body against hers. She fit well against him, and reveled in that. He tipped her chin up with one hand and kissed her, right in front of Jake, Antigua, and the rest of their team.

  Connor didn’t have any trouble with their relationship status.

  Sophie gave his chest a gentle push. “I’m fine. Lei was right. Nothing cures tasing like a good night’s sleep.”

  Connor pushed a hand through his short blond hair. Sea-colored eyes studied her intently as a frown stitched a line between his brows. His Aussie accent was broad with distress. “Why didn’t you call me last night? Why did I have to hear about what happened from Jake?”

  Sophie glanced over Connor’s shoulder to see Jake heading for the nearest exit, Antigua in his wake. The two security operatives had also vanished.

  “I’m sorry. I was so tired that I didn’t have the energy to make another call and have to…”

  Have to explain her ill-advised choice to take a run on the beach alone at night.

  Have to relive the whole harrowing experience one more time.

  Have to deal with Connor’s emotional reaction.

  What did it mean that calling Connor had not felt like something supportive, but like one more thing that would exhaust her?

  Connor squeezed the back of her neck. “I had to see you and know that you were okay after I got Jake’s call last night. I tried your phone, but it was turned off.” The vibration in his tone tol
d her he was trying not to be angry.

  “My phone got ruined in the ocean. I have a new one.” She pulled it out and texted him her new number.

  “Are you up for a little walk on the beach?”

  “That would be perfect.” Sophie reached out, took his hand. She rubbed her thumb over the callus between his thumb and forefinger, the place where the neck of his violin rested. Touching that roughened patch of skin reminded her of all the things she admired about him—not least of which was his willingness to openly care for her when he was such a private and guarded person.

  The ocean in front of the mansion was still cool with early morning, the purplish bulk of Haleakala casting a long blue shadow over pristine sand populated only by a few early morning joggers and dog walkers. The wind Maui was so famous for had not yet risen, and the sea was as calm and smooth as mercury, reflecting the sky and a few lazy white clouds. Mynah birds, waking up in the coconut palms fringing the beach, chattered noisily and mourning doves cooed. Sophie twined her fingers with Connor’s as they walked barefoot down the beach. “I should have called you right away. Before the cops came.”

  “I would have appreciated that.” Connor’s voice was tight. “I wanted to hear it from you.”

  “I understand. But I’m sure Jake had all the facts, and his brain wasn’t scrambled from a Taser.”

  “I never want to hear from Jake about you, ever again,” Connor said flatly. Sophie stiffened at the steely note in his voice. “Jake has feelings for you. I am reassigning him.”

  Sophie stopped, digging her heels into the sand. She let go of Connor’s hand and turned to face him. “So, this is what happens when you date the boss. People warned me that it would interfere with my job, and it has.”

  “That’s not the only change I’m laying down today. I have a lead on Ang, and I’m handling the situation.”

  Sophie glared at him. “We’ve talked about this. He’s mine to take out.”