Executive Bodyguard (The Enforcers)

by Debra Webb

  Center

  A top secret government facility located on a mountain in Colorado. Unparalleled advanced research and testing is conducted by renowned scientists at this state-of-the-art facility.

  Collective

  A group of secret, yet powerful political leaders who oversee Center activities.

  Enforcer

  A genetically enhanced human created at Center for the sole purpose of carrying out missions related to national security. Enforcers are highly trained in the arts of assassination, protection and recovery of intelligence related to national security. An Enforcer is to stop at nothing, take whatever extreme measures are required to get the job done.

  DEBRA WEBB

  Executive Bodyguard

  This book is dedicated to women all over the world—never forget that anything is possible.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Debra Webb was born in Scottsboro, Alabama, to parents who taught her that anything is possible if you want it badly enough. When her husband joined the military, they moved to Berlin, Germany, and Debra became a secretary in the commanding general’s office. By 1985 they were back in the States, and with the support of her husband and two beautiful daughters, Debra took up writing full-time and in 1998 her dream of writing for Harlequin came true. You can write to Debra with your comments at P.O. Box 64, Huntland, Tennessee 37345 or visit her Web site at www.debrawebb.com to find out exciting news about her next book.

  Books by Debra Webb

  HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

  583—SAFE BY HIS SIDE*

  597—THE BODYGUARD’S BABY*

  610—PROTECTIVE CUSTODY*

  634—SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT: BABY

  646—SOLITARY SOLDIER*

  659—PERSONAL PROTECTOR*

  671—PHYSICAL EVIDENCE*

  683—CONTRACT BRIDE*

  693—UNDERCOVER WIFE**

  697—HER HIDDEN TRUTH**

  701—GUARDIAN OF THE NIGHT**

  718—HER SECRET ALIBI*

  732—KEEPING BABY SAFE*

  747—CRIES IN THE NIGHT*

  768—AGENT COWBOY*

  801—SITUATION: OUT OF CONTROL†

  807—FULL EXPOSURE†

  837—JOHN DOE ON HER DOORSTEP††

  843—EXECUTIVE BODYGUARD††

  HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

  864—LONGWALKER’S CHILD

  935—THE MARRIAGE PRESCRIPTION*

  948—THE DOCTOR WORE BOOTS

  995—GUARDING THE HEIRESS*

  SILHOUETTE BOMBSHELL

  22—JUSTICE

  33—SILENT WEAPON

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Cain—An Enforcer, a genetically engineered bodyguard assigned to complete the Lazarus Mission.

  Caroline Winters—President of the United States. How can she run the country without putting herself in danger?

  Justin Winters—First husband. Is he dead or alive?

  Rupert Downy—The senior adviser to the president. Is he friend or foe?

  Dr. Dennis Patrick—One of Caroline’s oldest friends. Can he help her put her marriage back together?

  Steven Redmond—Vice president of the United States. Why is he trying to usurp Caroline’s authority?

  Howard Copeland and Greg Levitt—Two of Caroline’s most trusted Secret Service agents.

  Director Richard O’Riley—Center director. He has the power to put men and women into the Oval Office.

  Congressman Terrence Winslow—The head of the Collective. He leaves the day-to-day operations to O’Riley. No one can connect him to trouble at Center.

  Dr. Waylon Galen—The original creative mind behind the Enforcers.

  Mr. Dupree—Is he maintaining the integrity of the intelligence he passes on to Director O’Riley?

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Prologue

  Three months earlier

  Justin Winters clutched the briefcase in his lap with white-knuckled intensity as the plane dipped and then jerked upward yet again. He swallowed back the paralyzing fear climbing into his throat.

  The Cessna’s pilot struggled to keep the plane aloft but Justin had a feeling the fight was lost already.

  The plane was going down.

  He stared at the briefcase. The contents would never reach Caroline.

  She would never know the truth.

  He wouldn’t be able to save her.

  His heart rammed against his rib cage and a sinking sensation dragged at the pit of his stomach as the plane plummeted. Voices screamed around him as the other three aboard shouted hysterically and braced for the crash.

  Justin did neither.

  There was no point.

  He was going to die.

  They all were…

  Chapter One

  Present day

  Ghost Mountain, Colorado

  “You’re certain the danger is real.” Congressman Terrence Winslow phrased the question as if it were a statement, yet O’Riley knew he was asking…needing reassurances.

  “I’m as certain as I can be,” Richard O’Riley replied with a negligent shrug. “I can only go on the intelligence we’ve gathered thus far. But, if you’re asking me to stake my reputation on it, then consider it done. I have complete confidence in our sources.”

  That was the bottom line for O’Riley. Winslow, however, wanted someone to nail to the wall if this operation turned out badly. As director of Center operations, the hide that would get nailed was O’Riley’s. It was the nature of the beast. He could take the heat, otherwise he would have gotten out of this business a long time ago.

  National security secrets, lying, leading a double life—it was all a part of the deal. It was who he was. Who he’d always been. A man didn’t reach the top of the food chain in a lethally complex environment like this without having accepted a number of facts along the way. Truth was vastly overrated and the only difference between a bad guy and a good guy was getting caught.

  Center, an advanced research and development facility carefully tucked away in the Colorado mountains, represented one of the nation’s most valuable assets as well as one of its biggest secrets. Only a handful of people were aware of Center’s existence and its mission. Those chosen few were either employed by Center or members belonging to the Collective, a council charged with the oversight of Center’s long-term goals.

  The research Center conducted remained unparalleled by any individual or country on the planet. The creation of the Enforcers represented their greatest achievement to date. Yet, few could ever know.

  “Then we have no other choice.” Winslow clasped the arms of his chair and prepared to push to his feet. “I’ll set things in motion on my end.” He stood and waited for O’Riley to respond, since he was now officially off the proverbial hook.

  As chairman of the Collective, Winslow possessed the authority to make the final decision. The entire committee had already voted, giving their joint blessing to whatever action Center deemed necessary. Winslow, on the other hand, had hesitated, wanting to consider the matter carefully—wanting to cover his genteel hindquarter.

  Removing a president from office was not an everyday affair. Certainly not an initiative to be taken lightly.

  “Congressman,” O’Riley began, rising to match
his stance, “it is the right thing to do. The only thing to do. There is no other way to protect her. We can’t lose her now. You know we can’t trust Redmond to take care of our needs, much less the country’s. He is less than reliable and has far too many connections to the wrong lobbyist groups.”

  Winslow quirked an eyebrow. “And yet this very action would put our esteemed vice president in the perfect position to destroy us.”

  “Only temporarily,” O’Riley countered. “The interim will give us time to determine the source of the threat. Whoever is behind this plot is getting closer. Too close. Close enough to strike at any moment. We have to act now. Everything is set. There’s no reason for delay. The sooner we take action, the sooner we will have our president back into power and all will be as it should be. Acting on a temporary basis the VP won’t make any unexpected or intolerable moves. This is the only way.”

  The threat to the president was all too real and, sadly, appeared to be coming from within her own trusted circle. That scenario required a certain response. No matter how beefed up her security detail, a threat from within her own ranks was difficult to see coming. The strike could come from any member of that very security detail or her closest confidant. She had to be protected, ultimately safeguarding Center’s best interests.

  Winslow passed a hand over his face. “I hope to God you’re right. I’ll be at the hotel in Boulder awaiting word. I don’t plan to return to Washington until…this is done.” He moved toward the door but stopped as he reached it. His solemn gaze settled heavily onto O’Riley. “You know this could end badly. Could ruin everything,” he said grimly, second thoughts obviously plaguing him still.

  O’Riley braced his hands on his desk and stared directly into that somber gaze. “Yes, Terry, I know the risks involved.” Better than anyone, he didn’t add. “But this is a Level VII operation. Our choices are sorely limited.”

  Without saying more, the congressman closed the door behind him. What was the point in further discussion? This had to be done…O’Riley knew it and so did the Collective, including Winslow.

  He blew out a breath and straightened. His door opened again but, he saw thankfully, it wasn’t Winslow, it was Dupree. O’Riley had asked Center’s senior intelligence analyst to stand by when Winslow had arrived ahead of schedule this afternoon.

  “Is he ready?” O’Riley asked, not giving Dupree a chance to launch his own rhetoric. He didn’t want to hear any ifs, buts or maybes. O’Riley wanted a simple yes or no.

  “Forty-eight hours,” Dupree said thinly, fully aware that this was not the answer his superior wanted to hear. “Medical insists they need two more days to ensure full readiness.”

  Swearing hotly not once but twice, O’Riley dropped back into his chair. “What the hell do they need forty-eight additional hours for? They’ve had two weeks. We’re running out of time here.”

  Dupree blinked but didn’t falter a step as he generally did. “Well, sir, they…they think the additional time is necessary for—”

  O’Riley held up a hand, stalling the explanation Dupree had no doubt demanded from the chief medical officer upon hearing the request. But O’Riley didn’t give a damn about the excuses. He wasn’t stupid enough to ignore Medical’s request. If the time was necessary to the success of the operation, then so be it. He didn’t have to like it.

  “Forty-eight hours,” O’Riley said pointedly. “Not a single minute more. I want him ready to go by this time on Wednesday.” He shook his head. “No excuses, no delays.” He glanced at the digital clock on his desk. 3:30 p.m. “Is that crystal-clear?”

  Dupree nodded jerkily, then caught himself. “Of course. I’ll pass your orders along, sir. Three-thirty on Wednesday.”

  O’Riley considered the steps necessary to ensure the president’s survival for the next forty-eight hours. Without an Enforcer in place he couldn’t guarantee anything. But his contact, a senior White House official, would do all he could. O’Riley was certain of that.

  Would it be enough?

  “Just one more thing,” he said to Dupree before the harried analyst could make his escape.

  Dupree turned back to him, one hand already poised on the doorknob. “Yes, sir?”

  “Tell Medical that I’ll require a full demonstration. Visual, oral and intellectual.”

  “Of course.”

  Dupree didn’t waste another second getting out of O’Riley’s office. He would pass along the information to Medical and preparations would be made. Forty-eight hours from now, a plan the top analysts and strategists belonging to Center had devised would see fruition.

  If their plan failed…all would be lost. But it was the only chance they had. If an Enforcer couldn’t protect the president, then her death was clearly divine providence. He shrugged off the thought. That would not be the case. God was always on the side of right…of the good guys.

  They were the good guys.

  The ends justified the means.

  East Virginia Mountains

  Mattson Family Retreat

  CAROLINE WINTERS stood at the front window gazing out over the secluded property that had belonged to her father, and to his father before him. She’d come to this mountain cabin dozens of times as a child growing up. Between sessions of Congress she and her family had escaped to this remote location to relax and enjoy simply being. As a respected member of Congress, her father had devoted his life to his country. Their regular family outings were among her most treasured memories of her father.

  But even this far up the mountain and this deep in the woods she could not escape the cold, harsh reality awaiting her in the real world.

  “Madam President, we’re going to need that decision soon—this evening.”

  Before turning to the man who’d spoken, Caroline watched two men belonging to her security detail make their quarter-hour rounds outside. There were more than a dozen Secret Service agents out there, and four more inside, one stationed at each entry to the two-story cabin, and the agent in charge posted on point, not more than ten feet or so from her side.

  She couldn’t escape the truth.

  Caroline squared her shoulders and blinked twice, ruing the damned tears determined to swell each time she thought of the truth she could no longer deny.

  Justin was dead.

  She understood that was the most probable case.

  Part of the plane’s wreckage had been found within days of the accident. But not all. Not one of the bodies had been recovered. She shuddered as exhaustion conspired with dread, dragging her emotions back into a whirlwind of desperate confusion.

  Her husband was dead.

  She must have imagined the calls…the letter.

  But the voice…the handwriting…it had been his. She knew her own husband’s voice. For God’s sake, they had known each other their entire adult lives, had been close friends a great deal of that time. She’d devoured letter after letter from him while he had served as an aide to the attaché in the Middle East. Making a mistake about his handwriting wasn’t likely.

  And still those who had supported her all through her campaign, who had been there for her when her husband’s plane had gone down only three months after her inauguration, now doubted her mental stability.

  She was the first female president of the United States. She’d served a full term and part of a second one as a U.S. senator prior to that. No one had expected her to win, but she had. She’d won by a wide enough margin to startle her male counterparts, usurping her predecessor as if he’d managed nothing at all during his four years in office.

  The people were counting on her. How could she let them down? The answer was simple…she could not.

  “Caroline.” From behind her Rupert Downy, her senior advisor, rested a hand upon her right shoulder and brought the tension in the room down a notch by using her first name. “I know this is very difficult—”

  She turned to face him, the move forcing his hand to fall back to his side. “No, Rupert,” she returned succinctl
y, “living the rest of my life knowing that the final words I said to him were harsh and hurtful is difficult.” She lifted her chin in defiance of the emotions twisting her insides and stared him straight in the eye. She refused to allow the memories of that last morning the opportunity to surface yet again. “Admitting that I may no longer be fit to hold office is simply a lie.”

  Rupert bowed his head for a moment, most likely to get a firmer grasp on his patience or perhaps his own emotions. Caroline closed her eyes and shook her head slowly from side to side. She was behaving petulantly. Not a good thing in a commander in chief.

  “I apologize, Rupert,” she offered wearily when he remained silent. He had her best interests at heart. That was his job…and she trusted him. Rupert had been a part of her family for as long as she could remember. Though her mother had never remarried after her father’s death, Caroline was very much aware that there was something between Rupert and her mother. Neither of them had ever acted upon it. That truth suddenly felt like such a shame. Life was so very fleeting.

  “I’m acting on emotion,” she went on, knowing he deserved better than to be her whipping post. He met her gaze and she dragged in a heavy breath. There was no way around what was to come. She could either face it head-on or let it sneak up on her from the rear. Caroline had never been one to hide from a battle—especially not when truth was on her side. “Let’s discuss the matter and try and reach some sort of decision.”