by Stacey Wilk
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Silent Water
THE OMEGA TEAM
The Protector series
Book 1 of 3
Chase’s Story
Stacey Wilk
DEDICATION
To Jen Talty, thank you for being my mentor and friend.
To Desiree Holt, thank you for allowing me to be a part of this world. I am eternally grateful.
To Joshua and Samantha, you inspire me.
And to Chuck, always.
The Omega Team
Grey Holden was raised to believe in honor and duty and the dedication of men to fighting evil. Both his father and grandfather taught him the tradition of the Omega Male, men who carry a resourcefulness, cunning and strength to get a job done with their own skill. They take great pride in what they do without it manifesting as "ego." They differ from the typical Alpha Male who MUST absolutely be perceived by his peers as the toughest, most popular, and smartest. An Omega Male cares little for this recognition...but knows that he is all those things and more. It’s what made him a good soldier and what makes him a good security and covert agent. Athena Madero fits perfectly into his world. They meet when separately they are trying to prove that a wealthy and high profile political figure is actually The Snake, a shadowy arms dealer whose weapons armed the insurgents that Grey was fighting in Afghanistan.
They form The Omega Team, an agency that takes on even the most dangerous cases. They draw as members of the team former military such as Delta Force, SEALs, Force Recon Marines, Coast Guard, Night Stalkers and others, law enforcement and private security who have the same code of conduct and dedication they do. They will also work with similar agencies on some joint ventures. Headquartered in Tampa, Florida, they accept assignments all over the world, no matter how dangerous.
Chapter One
Chase Shepherd swung the axe again and again until his vision blurred and his hands blistered. Either he tortured the muscles in his back and arms or he answered an email that wouldn’t go away.
He chose the axe, which resulted in more firewood than even he needed.
The sun touched the top of Shadow Mountains. The days ended early in January in New Jersey The winter spun its chill over the trees and across the lake, but heat burned in his veins., When was Grey Holden going to accept he was through with The Omega Team?
The axe split another log in two. Chase swiped the sweat from his eyes with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. How could he possibly work another special operation after what happened? Holden would have to understand, and Chase was going to make him. Or cut down every tree on his fifteen acres.
But it wasn’t just Holden. His former teammates never let up either. They continued to wave special assignments at him. Assignments that had nothing to do with Omega. Simple things he could do in his sleep. The money was tempting, but only for a second.
He’d come to Silent Water six months ago to get away from his former life, to learn to sleep without nightmares, to forget. Especially, to forget. The mountains to the west were supposed to heal him. The privacy was supposed to soothe him. Only chopping wood seemed to have any affect.
He stacked the last of the wood and went inside as the sun took its final dip and threw the yard into ribbons of gray and the lake under a blanket of black velvet.
He lined up his boots right inside the mud room door and hung up his shirt. The fire in the kitchen fireplace had dwindled down to embers. He threw a couple of logs in. Soup would be the big dinner plans, and a good book. Exciting life. But he wanted this life. He really did. It just didn’t fit him quite yet. It would. He needed time.
He checked that all the doors were locked, and he viewed the security camera footage. After that he could put his feet up and answer that email.
Gripping a beer, he padded upstairs to the loft on the second-floor loft and popped open his laptop. He’d hung maps of Silent Water on the wall in order to memorize this new town, and he added some other maps of New Jersey, the world, and Aruba. He’d never been to Aruba. Maybe someday.
He wanted to ignore his inbox, but his fingers tapped over the keyboard and brought email up. The opened one from Grey still waited for his response. But two new ones had come in and he clicked on the first from his former teammate at Omega.
Hey Chase.
I have a great opportunity for you. Security for a birthday party. Simple. Good money. I’m holding the spot for you. Like old times. Miss you, man. Poker this weekend? Max and I will drive to that town you holed yourself up in.
Deke.
He hesitated. Deke had stood by him, fought for him, and tried to convince him not to resign. He owed Deke.
He typed a response. No to the detail. Yes to poker. Prepare to lose.
They must be on assignment nearby and a few hours away. Neither Deke nor Max lived in New Jersey. After hitting send, he opened the feed for the security cameras. Old man Badger hadn’t minded when he offered to install the cameras for free and leave them when he moved on. Badger had taken his wife and moved to Florida ten months out of the year. He spent July and August living at the Jersey shore with his daughter and three grandchildren. But he couldn’t let his home in Silent Water go, so he rented it out and Chase had been fortunate enough to find it. He was good at finding things. Just not keeping them.
The lake and side views all looked clear. He switched to the driveway entrance. Headlights turned from the road and broke open the dark night. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe this person was lost.
But instead of turning around, the car turned right at the fork in the drive. Badger swore to him no one had used the small guest house in two decades. Claimed he only rented the main house – Chase’s house. For the past six-months no one had come up that driveway uninvited. So, what was that dented, late-model Toyota Camry doing parking in front of the guest house?
He left the beer and took the steps two at a time. He shoved his feet in his boots, ran outside, and grabbed the axe from the chopping block. He marched his way across the lawn. The motion sensor lights kicked on lighting up his path.
The engine’s growl was an unwelcome sound effect in the quiet night. He held the axe in both hands with a loose grip. Nothing to be worried about yet. Just checking things out, and marking his turf.
A thin woman with blonde hair knotted on the top of her head as if she’d fought the hair to get it up there pushed out of the driver’s side door. Her black down coat, cinched at her thin waist and snow boots that looked newer than a shiny penny didn’t match the car. She popped the trunk and yanked a suitcase out. He didn’t know much about designer labels, but he’d seen those initials on bags his ex owned. That tote cost more than he made in a year with Omega Team, and more than he made in two years down at the General in town.
“Are you lost or something?” He did a double take because his voice took him off guard sometimes. He wasn’t in the habit of using it when he was at home, and he tried not to use much in town either.
The blonde swung around at the sound of his voice and dropped her bag. She tumbled backward over it and landed on her butt.
He stayed planted. “You okay?”
She wrinkled her nose, and pushed off the ground with a snarl. “Fine. Just didn’t see you.” She wiped her hands on her jeans then looked up at him. “Do you always sneak up on people while carrying an axe?”
“Only when they trespass.” He let the axe dangle at his side.
“Mr. Badger rented this place to me.” She pointed to the small guest house. The back was lined with windows that faced the lake. The front was nothing more than gray clapboard, a door and a carport.
She righted the bag and yanked another from the trunk. This bag was smaller, a bright blue and covered in stickers. “Landon, come get your bag.”
The back door to the car opened and a boy spilled out rubbing his eyes. His dark hair hung low on his brow. His arms and legs twisted and bent like spaghetti wrapped in a coat and jeans. “Hi. I’m Landon – ”
“Landon, take your bag.” She whispered something in his ear and handed him a set of keys. The boy pulled and yanked his bag. The smile that had touched the boy’s lips vanished.
“You can’t stay here.” He could point her in the direction of a hotel or something.
Badger had agreed Chase would be the only one renting. In fact, he’d paid Badger more than he was asking to insure no one else showed up.
Mr. Badger had said, “not necessary. Ain’t rented the place in twenty years. The pipes make too much noise, and it’s drafty in the winter. Really meant as a summer home when our family came to stay.” But Chase had shoved the money in the old man’s hands. He’d be making a call to old Badger straight away.
“We won’t bother you. We’ll stay on our side of the property, and you stay on yours. You won’t even know we’re around.” She slammed the trunk shut, grabbed her bag, and turned her back in dismissal.
“Hang on a second.”
She whipped around. “Mister, back off. You got me? Mr. Badger said you were a quiet guy who kept to himself. That’s the only reason I agreed to a neighbor. I don’t want any trouble, but I need to get my son inside and get us some food and some sleep. You won’t stop me.”
“Whoa.” He held up his empty hand. Her eyes were wide and her gaze darted in all directions. She’d taken a fighting stance, but kept her hands gripped on her bag. “I don’t know what your agreement was with Badger, but it won’t stick. You might be able to stay the night, but plan on being gone in the morning.”
“Good luck making that happen, pal.” She turned again without another word and let herself and the boy into the house.
He stood there as if he’d been struck. He’d be damned if he’d put up with another woman like her.
He marched back into his house, and yanked at the phone on the wall. He’d memorized Badger’s number and punched it in. Silent Water sat at the bottom of Kittatiny Mountains which blocked cell phone service. He chose Silent Water for its determination to remain unplugged from modern technology. Sometimes he thought Silent Water had chosen him. He did not want a neighbor with a kid. Especially not a beautiful neighbor with sparks flying from her ears. That kind of woman was trouble and he’d had his fill of trouble.
The phone rang and rang then went to voice mail. “Badger, this is Chase Shepherd. We had a deal, and you broke it. Call me back.” He slammed the phone down.
No way was this happening. No way. He went to the window and peered out. All the lights were on in the guest house illuminating the whole damn area like a beacon, and she was back outside dragging another bag from the trunk. That was it? Three bags? No boxes? No trailer attached to the back of that out of date Camry, but she wore clothes that cost more than the car? The details didn’t add up. She was trouble. And he was having none of it.
Chapter Two
Raine Kennedy wanted a hot bath, a decent glass of wine, and her life back. She wasn’t getting any of that tonight, and she was never getting her old life back. Instead, she got a drafty old shack with too many windows, and a neighbor who didn’t know how to mind his own business. Mr. Badger clearly didn’t know his tenant very well. Keeps to himself. Her ass. Which hurt because she fell on it when that big oaf snuck up on her. She’d have to be more careful, but she was tired from having driven hundreds of miles all day. The more space she put between them and California the better.
She jiggled the thermostat. Hopefully, the heat would kick on soon. A fireplace sat vacant in the living room that opened up to the kitchen. Basically, the whole house was one big room with a hallway leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. Not ideal. Too few places to hide if necessary. But Badger had said there was a boat they could use. The problem with a boat now was the frozen lake.
She’d get firewood tomorrow. Someone must sell it because she didn’t know how to chop it. She’d have to grocery shop too then find a job. She couldn’t spend the money she had considering it didn’t exactly belong to her. It didn’t belong to the person she took it from either. Not that Matt was going to understand her scheme to disappear. Not only had she stolen his money, she took his son too. He might forgive her for being a thief, might even lie and say he did it, but he’d never forgive her for taking their son. She’d crossed the line there.
Well, tough shit.
“Mom, I’m hungry and it’s freezing in here. When can we go back to California?” Landon still had on his coat, but he’d grabbed his old ratty stuffed monkey he’d had since he was a toddler and jammed it under his arm.
She smiled in spite of the mess her life was at the moment. As long as she kept her boy safe, she could handle the rest. “Buddy, we’ve been over this. No more California.”
“But I miss Dad.”
“I know you do, but he’s not there anymore.”
“We should’ve waited for him to come back.”
“He said if he didn’t come back in two days we were to leave and never look back. If he can, he’ll find us.” That had been the best story she could come up with.
Matt regularly took trips to Mexico for days on end. She had waited for one of his trips, took Landon out of school early, and started driving. Even after Matt returned, it would be days before he realized they were gone. He only saw Landon on the weekends. The divorce gave her a head start.
She told Landon a lie about Matt wanting them to leave so he’d stop trying to reach his father. Landon knew Matt’s work wasn’t like other fathers. He just didn’t know exactly how different. But any eight-year-old would want to see his parent after a while. She couldn’t let that happen and someday, when Landon was grown, and she was no longer worried Matt would find them, she’d tell her son the real story.
“How about we make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?” She still had some left.
“I’m sick of peanut butter and jelly. Can we get chili?”
She didn’t have a clue where to find a good chili place around here. She’d buy the ingredients tomorrow. She’d have to inspect the cabinets for the pots and pans situation. “Not tonight, buddy. Sorry. It’s getting late. We’ll investigate the town tomorrow for good food places. How does that sound?” She’d also need to find the school and register him. She hadn’t mentioned they’d be using her grandmother’s, on her father’s side, maiden name. He’d no longer be Landon Garcia.
He sat at the table while she pulled together their pathetic dinner. Thankfully, the pots were usable, good in fact, and she whipped up hot chocolate along with the sandwiches. She’d been packing some of the instant foods Landon liked to have for the trip. As long as she could boil water he’d have his hot chocolate. She ruffled his hair while he ate.
“This isn’t so bad. I like this place.” She turned in her chair and took the place in. “It’s cozy, right? We can light fires, and cook great meals in the kitchen.” The appliances were older, but they all seemed to be in working order.
“Can I play Game Station 2100?”
“You can’t play online. There’s no Wi-Fi here.” She’d chosen Silent Water to keep them unidentifiable. But maybe one account, all in fake names and not
the names they were using, so her boy could play his games might be okay.
“Why isn’t there any Wi-Fi? How do they get on the internet?”
“I think they have some kind of dial-up, but I don’t know if your gaming system works that way. We’ll check. There’s something we need to talk about.” She turned his chair to face her.
“Am I in trouble?” He slumped in his seat.
“No way. You’ve been so great this whole trip. We’re not going to be able to use our last name.”
He scrunched up his face. “I have to have a last name. What if there’s another Landon at school? If I’m not Landon G they won’t know which Landon they’re talking to.”
“You’re right. I thought this through. We’re going to be the Kennedys like my grandma. You never met her, but she was one of my favorite people and she would’ve loved to have you borrow her last name. Just for a little while. Until Dad comes back. ” Or more truthfully, never.
Their passports were in their real names. She hadn’t been able to change that. Both parents were required to be present when a child’s passport was issued or renewed. Probably to avoid exactly what she did.
“I don’t like the name Kennedy. I want to use my last name. Dad wouldn’t like us changing names. He always said we should be proud to be Garcias.” Landon pounded his chest with his hand.
He was all Matt in that moment and for a second, she remembered the man she walked down the aisle to, the one she had loved. But she needed to keep the man he really was in the forefront of her mind. Mateo Garcia was a drug dealer. He was a very powerful, and mean drug dealer at that. And she would do whatever it took to keep her son out of that life.
“You can be proud on the inside, okay? Just for now. Then, when things are safe again, you can go back to Garcia.”
“No.”
She gripped his hands in hers. “This is important. If you won’t pretend for just a little while, we can’t stay here. We’re going to have to get back in the car and drive more. You don’t want to drive anymore do you?” She didn’t. She needed to stop and regroup. Make sure her plan was in place.
