by Desiree Holt
Table of Contents
Finding Redemption
Publication Page
Dedication
Letter from the Author
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
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
About the Author
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Finding Redemption
Guardian Security Book Five
by
Desiree Holt
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Finding Redemption
COPYRIGHT © 2019 by Desiree Holt
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2019
Print ISBN 978-1-5092-2595-8
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2596-5
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To Bill, the real Ethan Caine,
and all the Bills who work in the shadows
Dear Readers,
This book is a milestone for me. I published my first book with The Wild Rose Press in 2011. Getting that first book out there was scary indeed, but with each book it has gotten so much easier. Many grateful thanks to publisher Rhonda Penders for taking a chance on me, for giving me great editors, and for always giving me incredible support. Huge thanks to my dream editor in Diana Carlile. She gets me! And she has taught me so many things, like the perils of frontloading a backstory. This is a very happy marriage that will last forever.
Writing a book is a labor of love for me. My characters take over my life, and I work to make them come alive for all of you. But I could not do it without the help of key people in my life. First and foremost, my wonderful beta reader, Margie Hager, who has a super critical eye and finds all my mistakes. Then there is my incredible son, Steven Horwitz, who despite running a successful business of his own, manages the financial side of mine and is also a marketing guru. And last but way far from least, my wonderful Virtual Assistant, Maria Connor, who takes care of everything so I can devote myself to writing. I am truly blessed.
Thanks to my son, Steven, for suggesting I write a book about his friend, Bill, who has now left us and is watching over us from above. He made this story come alive and will always hold a special place in my heart.
And finally, to my readers, without whom there’d be no Desiree Holt. You enrich my life and inspire me.
I can be reached at [email protected], and I invite you to join my reader group, where there’s always something happening.
Looking forward to “seeing” you there.
Desiree
Prologue
Of course it was raining. How fitting that the weather should be miserable.
Lisa Taylor Mallory shifted on the folding chair provided by the cemetery, careful not to move out from under the umbrella held by the funeral home attendant. Next to her, four-year-old Jamie snuggled closer to her, needing the assurance of his mother’s warmth.
Under his own umbrella, Pastor Howard Devol of Mangrove Baptist Church intoned passages from the Bible. He had already eulogized Charles Mallory to the point of sainthood. Lisa clenched her fists and swallowed the nausea that insisted on rising at the back of her throat as she listened to the words.
If you only knew. Just let this be over. Please, please, let us get this over with.
She let her gaze travel over the crowd of mourners. The abundance of black umbrellas nearly formed a canopy over the assemblage. Tampa society’s A List as well as the giants of the financial world were gathered in their best funeral attire to mourn a man whose sins had been swept away in fire at the foot of a mountain.
“Keeping up the myth,” Josh Taylor had told his sister.
This is for Jamie.
He was so frightened by the circus surrounding the death of his father. Lisa wanted him to have closure on what had become an outrageous situation. Despite the devil’s trap her marriage had become, Charles Mallory had always been good to his son. So much so that Lisa had lived in constant fear Charles would one day disappear with him and leave her behind.
Sitting on her other side, Josh squeezed her arm, a signal that this farce would soon be over and everything would be okay. Not exactly the word she’d have chosen to describe the current state of her life. She clenched one gloved hand in her lap. No, okay wasn’t even in the ball park.
At last, the interminable ceremony ended. Josh rose and nudged her to stand with Jamie. The pastor signaled her to come forward. With her brother’s arm supporting her, she stepped over to the casket and took the white rose the pastor held out. She stared at the casket for a long moment, then dropped the rose on its mahogany surface.
In a voice so low only her brother heard it, she said, “Rot in hell, you son of a bitch.”
Chapter One
Four years later
The day was typical February—gray, windy, the sky filled with thudding clouds, the cold insinuating itself into the house. Perfect, for the way she felt.
The air in the room was thick with the same tension that had wrapped itself around her and her brother, Josh, for months. Today was Jamie’s birthday, and she was about to lose it altogether. She’d spent the morning hugging her favorite picture of him and crying until her throat was raw and she was sick to her stomach. She had barely survived a destructive marriage and the scandal that followed her husband’s murder. After four devastating years, she’d finally gotten her life and her son’s back on track. Now, it was all going to hell again. She wanted to scream, a combination of fear and frustation sitting like a lead ball in the pit of her stomach.
At the moment, she was pacing back and forth in her living room, hugging herself to ward off the chill that even the fire blazing in the hearth couldn’t chase away. Even the warm peach and blue of the comfortable living room couldn’t dispel the air of gloom hanging in the air.
Josh had just delivered the news that Guardian Security, in its search for Jamie, had come up empty. She was already teetering on the edge of nervous collapse, and the suggestion she’d made didn’t help her state of mind.
“Please ask him again,” she begged. “I thought Ethan Caine was such a good friend of yours. Best friends,” she stressed.
“We are.” Josh nodded. “He is.”
“Then why did he turn you down when you asked him to find Jamie?”
The terror of Jamie’s kidnapping three months ago, the
shooting at the ransom drop, and not a word about Jamie since then had every nerve on her body on edge. She knew she was a mess. She’d lost weight, and it didn’t help that Josh kept telling her it was something she could ill afford. When she looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. Dark shadows under haunted eyes, like purple bruises, were a testament to her lack of sleep.
With the passing of each week and no news about her son, her degree of desperation rose. As first, the F.B.I. and then Guardian Security had come up empty-handed, and her defenses crumbled. Sometimes she could even smell the fear that clung to her. How much longer would it be until she snapped altogether?
Josh’s voice broke into her thoughts. “I know this is a tough day for you, but you’re making yourself sick. Come sit down. Please. Let’s talk about this.”
She stopped pacing, her too-thin body vibrating with unexploded rage. “I’m already sick, Josh, and have been since the day they took my baby. And the man you asked to help find him, the man you say is the best in the business, who is supposed to be your friend, flat out said no. What kind of friend is that?”
“I told you. He’s in a terrible place right now. His last op was such a disaster he walked away from everything, carrying a load of guilt that doesn’t belong to him.” Josh’s jaw tightened. “I was really pushing it to go to him, but I thought…”
“That your friendship was stronger than it is?”
Josh shook his head. “That he could pull himself out of that dark place to help us. I apparently misjudged.”
When Jamie was taken, Josh reached out to Ethan right away. The man was back in town, having left whatever he had been doing for the previous several months, but had locked himself away from the world in his house. Josh had been upset when Ethan turned down the request, but he just made excuses for him. His next call was to Guardian and the agency had jumped right on it but with no results. Now, Josh was planning to try Ethan again, and Lisa was terrified the man would refuse this time, also.
“Do you think he’s better now?” Lisa twisted her hands together. “That he’ll listen? Maybe I should go with you. I might—”
Josh shook his head. “No. I’m going to call in the big guns to help me. To make him see he’s the right man—the only man—for this job.”
“Tell me again why you think that.” She tried to tamp down the desperation in her voice.
“Ethan Caine is a former Marine and veteran of Guardian Security, so expert at what he does that the government pulled him away from Guardian and tapped him to lead an off-the-books black ops group. He can reach out to people no one else can even get near. Dig into corners closed off to everyone else. No one else has the contacts or the dark skills he does. This time, I’m not walking away until I make him see that.”
She stood at the window, seeing nothing, thoughts tumbling around in her mind. The unusual friendship between the gruff warrior and the middle class icon still baffled her. On the surface, they had nothing in common. She wasn’t even sure how they’d come together in the Marines—Ethan a noncommissioned officer, Josh a lieutenant. Still, somehow, an instant friendship had been forged, the kind people seldom found—solid and secure. When Josh finished his tour with the Marines and returned home, he had changed in subtle ways. He was tougher, harder, not the nerdy techie she’d grown up with. His muscles now had muscles, and he was a topnotch marksman, two things that still shocked her.
Both men left the Marines at the same time, Josh to come home to a job with a software company and Ethan to Guardian Security, whose roster of agents included former Special Forces—SEALs, Delta Force, Force Recon Marines.
The fact that Josh and Ethan lived in the Tampa area had been one more string tying them together, along with the fact they’d both lost their parents. Ethan’s had left him a house out in the boonies, a place where he could disappear when he needed to. Josh would hang out with him there, sometimes persuading the man to catch a football game or go fishing. He even spent time on target practice with Ethan. Target practice! She still had trouble visualizing Josh as someone who had that kind of skillset.
But the friendship persevered. When Josh wanted to leave TechnoSoftware to open his own company, Ethan bankrolled the entire venture. With cash. Lisa still wondered what the source was of all that cash. He had also been the conduit for Josh’s subsequent connection to Guardian. When the agency’s computer system needed an overhaul, he recommended Josh who had delivered in spades. Now he and the Guardian partners had also become good friends.
Then, without warning, Ethan left the agency and disappeared off the radar. All Josh would tell her was the man had been tapped by the government to become part of some secret operation for years—the blackest of black ops—and even that much she wasn’t supposed to know.
Until one day, he just came home and locked himself away in his house.
Lisa had never cared for him personally. He might be a man who served his country well, but the few of times she’d been in his company, she found herself turned off by his rough personality, the sloppy appearance he had adopted and his apparent lack of courtesy.
“You said you’re calling in help to convince him. Are you talking about Guardian?”
Josh nodded. “They’re really upset they failed in their attempt, and usually there isn’t anything they can’t handle. They’re really pissed that they couldn’t find a trace of Jamie or a clue as to who took him. But they said from the beginning I should get Ethan. They were stunned he turned me down. I called Nick this morning. He and Reno are flying out here to see him with me, hoping maybe that would help.”
She raked her fingers through her hair, as if she could push the whole thing away. “When will they get here?”
Josh looked at his watch. “In about two hours. They’ll call when they land, and we’ll arrange to meet up.”
Her lip trembled. “Do you think maybe Jamie really is dead?”
“Don’t go there,” Josh said. “He’s not dead. Hang onto that.”
Lisa was almost afraid to verbalize the other thought rolling around in her brain. “What if Ethan’s not any good anymore? What if whatever sent him into hiding destroyed all his skills? If he’s such a mess, would he even be able to function in such a situation that was likely to bring back bad memories?”
“He’s been dealing with a situation,” Josh told her in a quiet voice, “but he’s still the best in the business.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t ask him at all. Maybe this is a mistake and he’s just a big phony.” Her stomach knotted at the thought that her last chance might be a big fake. “Who was he working for when he disappeared, anyway? The CIA? Or was it the NSA? Or maybe the DEA. Maybe he quit Guardian to become a mercenary. God! Maybe he was in prison and that other is just a story he concocted. Maybe he’s even on drugs. Maybe that’s the problem, and we’re lucky he turned us down. Although where would we go next?”
“Stop it.” Josh’s voice was sharp. “That’s absurd. None of that is the truth.” He grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “We need him and his particular skill set.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Right now I’d deal with the devil if it got Jamie back.” She swallowed a hysterical giggle. “And I guess that’s what we’re trying to do.”
“If you want to look at it that way, fine. Just remember. We said from the beginning there’s something weird about this whole kidnapping thing. You’ve heard nothing since the ransom was paid and no one’s been able to find even the smallest trace of him.”
“I know.” Tears threatened again, but she took a deep breath to steady herself. “That’s what I don’t understand. And I refuse to believe he’d dead. I just can’t, Josh. I can’t.”
“I think he’s alive, too, kiddo. I’m pretty sure that’s why they tried to kill you so you wouldn’t be able to look for him. I’m not going to let up until Ethan accepts that, no matter his state of mind.”
“Good. That’s good. I just wish he was…” She threw up her hands
in a helpless gesture.
“Was what? Like other people? If he was, he wouldn’t be able to do the things he does.” Josh gave her a hard stare. “And maybe that’s what’s needed in this situation. The fact that he isn’t like everyone else is what makes him so valuable. He goes places and knows things no one else does.” He sighed.
She swallowed and scrubbed her hands over her face, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I hate him for turning us down before, but I want my son back more than I want to breathe. So yes. Please. Go to him and beg him. And I’m glad Nick and Reno are willing to help with this.” She paused. “What if he’s not sober? You said you worried he’s been living in a bottle since he got home.” She blinked as an unwanted thought stabbed her brain. “What if he got drunk on his last assignment and botched the whole thing? Maybe that’s why he can’t handle what happened.”
Jamie might be alive, and Ethan Caine might do something stupid that would get her son killed.
“I said maybe. Anyway, I’ll never believe that. He always preached that whiskey and work didn’t mix. He’s wrestling with a lot of demons right now, but that doesn’t mean he can’t do the job. If you believe anything I tell you, believe that. Please.”
She looked at the framed picture of Jamie she was still holding, and tears trickled down her cheeks. “Okay.”
Josh pulled her into his arms, picture and all. She tried to let his belief in his friend reassure her.
“Whoever took our boy is way out of the mainstream or we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Ethan is exactly the kind of person we need to look into this, and I won’t stop until I make him understand that.”
Lisa grabbed a tissue from the box that had taken up residence on the little side table and blew her nose. “Damn Charles, anyway. I know this has something to do with him.”
Josh’s mouth thinned at the mention of his late brother-in-law. “I know, kiddo.”
Charles Mallory.
Lisa blew her nose again and cursed the day she’d ever met the man. Ten years ago, Aaron Burke, senior partner in one of Tampa’s top law firms, where she was an up and coming associate, introduced her to his new client. The man with the financial golden touch and blinding good looks zeroed in on her like a long-range sniper and hit the mark.
