Big Easy Temptation (35 page)

Freddy was back to staring at his screen. “And if anyone is wondering, Peter Morgan
totally fits the torso-to-leg ratio of the man in the video if he was wearing lifts.
Which I think he was in order to appear as tall as the admiral. He would have had
access to the jacket, and he’s never been married. I take tips, if anyone wants to
leave one. Or tinfoil. Either works.”

“We’re going to find that little shit and I’m going to make him talk.” Dax took Holland’s
hand again. “Let’s end this.”

Her heart sank because once this was finished, so were they.

*   *   *

D
ax pulled up the narrow drive that led to Peter Morgan’s bayou home. He’d killed the
lights and had to go very slowly because the foggy gloom made it tough to see the
crappy dirt road.

“It’s a little farther up,” Holland said. “He really decided to go off the beaten
path. I think he wanted to be as far from New Orleans as he could without leaving
his mother. I’m sure once she’s gone, he’ll completely disappear.”

“Yeah, we got lucky.” Dax wasn’t feeling lucky. He was feeling shitty because he needed
more time with Holland. If Peter gave them the answers they needed, she could walk
out of his life as soon as tomorrow. She would file all her paperwork, kiss him good-bye,
and walk off to find her happy life without him.

He couldn’t let that happen.

“It’s nice to know that even bad guys love their moms,” Lara said from the backseat.

“Yes, though it’s not going to save him,” Connor muttered beside his wife, pounding
on a laptop. “I’ve completely lost my signal. Why can’t these assholes hide out in
urban environments? I really need the Internet right now.”

“Save him?” Lara asked. “Save him from what? Connor, I expect you to follow the Geneva
Conventions rules about treatment of prisoners.”

Holland snorted beside Dax, something she did when she was caught off guard and thought
something was humorous. “Um, I don’t think Sparks got that memo.”

“I’m sure that Connor is very thorough yet gentle with his interrogations,” Lara said
primly. “He understands that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“And we catch more criminals with waterboarding,” Dax muttered.

Connor groaned. “Don’t get her started on Gitmo. Please. I promise to very nicely
question the man who might be aiding the Russian mafia in trying to blackmail the
president of the United States. There. See, you could have stayed with Freddy.”

“Uh huh, and that’s when you waterboard the man. I’m naive, my love, not stupid. I’m
here merely as an observer,” Lara explained. “Why didn’t you stay behind if you need
that file you’re trying to retrieve so badly?”

“What file are you waiting on?” Holland asked.

Connor’s gaze flashed up, meeting Dax’s in the rearview mirror as a rare patch of
moonlight beamed into the vehicle. “The Natalia Kuilikov file.”

“Why do you need that?” She frowned.

“I want to check something.” Connor’s gaze skidded back to the road.

That sounded like his best friend’s “I know something and don’t want to tell” voice.
It made Dax edgy, but he wasn’t going to interrogate Connor now. “Tell me when I should
park. We’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“Don’t worry about Morgan,” Holland said. “I watched him earlier. He’s in no shape
to run. He’s in poor health himself. He’s hiding out here so he doesn’t have to run.
When we cased the place earlier, I didn’t see a boat dock. He’s on the water, but
I seriously doubt the dude is going to swim for it.”

“In these waters? Not unless he’s suicidal.” Out this far, the bayou had plenty of
critters that didn’t mind a little human feast. “I don’t want him escaping. We need
answers.”

“We’ll get them,” Connor promised. “At least we’ll get whatever this guy knows. I
doubt he knows everything. But he can point us in the right direction.”

“I want to know who killed my father.” A burning urge to right the wrongs done to
his father had settled inside him that moment Freddy had given him true, hold-up-in-court
proof that his father hadn’t
been the man leading a teenage girl to a scuzzy motel room so that he could rape her.
Deep down, Dax had always known it, but seeing proof centered him in a way he hadn’t
been for years.

Now he could turn his gut-wrenching anxiety on the woman he loved and wondering whether
she would leave him for good after tonight.

Up ahead, he saw the house his father’s aide-de-camp was living in these days. Peter
Morgan had retired from the Navy recently, but it looked as if he hadn’t saved up
much. The “house” was more like a shack. A glow emanated from one of the windows,
so at least the place had some kind of power. Dax remembered Peter Morgan as a smart
man, ambitious and friendly. He’d thought Morgan was not only his father’s man, but
also his friend.

He’d been very wrong and now he was finally going to learn some hows and whys.

He parked the car and let the women slip out. They shut their doors quietly. Before
Connor had the chance to move, Dax turned to his best friend. “What are you not saying?”

“I’m checking on something. Don’t worry about it. I’m crossing all my
t
’s and dotting the
i
’s on this one,” Connor informed him. “I put a call in to Roman before we headed out
here. He knows where we’re going and when to expect us back. If we don’t call him
within an hour, he’s going to come looking for us.”

“You think we’re being followed?” Dax hadn’t seen anyone on the road, but he trusted
Connor’s gut.

“I’m just being cautious.”

Holland tapped on his window and he opened the door. “Is there something I should
know?”

He eased out and tried to reassure her. “Connor’s just being paranoid.”

Holland narrowed her eyes as Connor closed up his laptop, shoved it in its bag, and
emerged from the car. “I think we’re being watched.
I can’t say why except that I can feel it in my gut. Someone’s following us.”

Connor nodded. “They’re good. I didn’t actually see anyone on the road, but I think
they’re here, too.”

“We should leave, then,” Dax said.

“And give up what might be our one chance?” Holland asked. “If we walk away now, Peter
Morgan will suffer a timely accident. Unless someone here thinks he’s a bigger part
of this conspiracy than we ever dreamed.”

Dax had to shake his head. “No. He’s a pawn. But I don’t want to risk you or Lara.”

Connor sent him a meaningful stare. “You know I can hold my own.”

No arguing with that. Dax had seen the aftermath of Connor’s “work” in the Crawford
building the night he’d been shot. It had been a surgical slaughter of enemies. Lara
was a question mark but Connor would never let anything happen to her. “Yeah.”

Holland frowned and she eased the SIG from its place in her holster. “I’ll watch your
back, Captain. When was the last time you were in a close-quarter fight?”

Sometimes he understood why Roman wanted a quiet, demure woman. “Not lately. Thanks
for the reminder, sweetheart.”

“Well, when I need someone to direct operations on a battleship, I’ll give you a call.
Now it’s time for you to let me do my job.” She eased into his space.

Fuck. No sweet, demure woman would ever get his motor running the way this one did.
He’d take his slightly crazy female any day of the week. He brushed his lips over
hers. “All right, then. Keep an eye on Lara, too. She’s a pacifist.”

“Yeah, not so much since what happened a few weeks back,” Lara admitted. “I’ve decided
that fighting for one’s life is a natural response. Not that I brought a weapon. I’m
really bad with guns, so if the bullets start flying, I’m supposed to hide behind
Connor.”

“You will keep your head down and wait for my instructions,” Connor reinforced in
a low voice.

Lara rolled her eyes. “He’s so bossy.”

And it was obvious she loved him that way. She tangled her fingers with Connor’s,
of course on his left side. His firing hand had to be free.

Holland holstered her weapon, and Dax relaxed a little when she stepped beside him.
“It’s going to be okay. Whoever is on our tail . . . we need to figure out how they
tracked us down. I’m fairly certain we weren’t followed earlier.”

Dax bet he knew. “Someone was watching my mother’s house. I tried to get in and out
without being seen, but if anyone was watching closely, they could have seen me and
followed me back. I thought Freddy had traps.”

“It’s a lot of ground to cover and we haven’t had time to set up cameras,” Connor
admitted. “Again, this is where an urban environment would help.”

They made it to the front door. “We’ll call Freddy when we get a cell signal again.
We tell him to clear out and we won’t go back.”

“We head straight for D.C.,” Connor agreed. “It’s time to get out of New Orleans.”

He knocked on Morgan’s front door before Holland could put in her two cents. He was
fairly certain he would get an earful about her job with NCIS and that New Orleans
was her home. Screw that. Dax intended to be ruthless this time. He would use the
whole presidential-task-force thing to keep her by his side. Just because one part
of the case was over didn’t mean she got to quit. Uncovering all the pieces and players
could take a while. They needed to go to London. He would use that, too. He would
keep her close and before she knew it she would find herself with a ring on her finger.

Maybe he should get her a little drunk. Hell, it had worked on him.

A quiet fell around them as they waited. Not silence. There was never silence on the
bayou, but he could still hear the floorboards creak as the man inside the house moved.

The door opened and a weary face looked out from behind the screen. Peter Morgan was
dressed in his pajamas and a robe, glasses sitting on his face. He’d aged ten years
in the three since Dax had seen him last. He’d lost weight. That kind of gauntness
bespoke disease.

“I always wondered if you would find me, Captain.”

He didn’t need to kill Peter Morgan. It looked like life was doing a good job of that.
“I have some questions.”

Morgan hesitated but then finally nodded. “Of course. Come in. You’ll have to excuse
the place. It’s not what you’re used to, of course. Mr. Sparks, I presume. And Ms.
Kirk.” He looked Lara’s way. “I’m sorry, dear, I don’t know what part you play in
this game.”

Connor’s bride smiled as though she was being invited in for tea. “Lara Sparks. I’m
married to the big guy who will not be torturing you this evening. Consider me an
investigative journalist.”

“Ah, they brought a weak link. I was hoping for one.” Morgan shut the door behind
them.

“Lara’s not weak,” Dax shot back. He glanced around the room. Despite its dilapidated
nature, it was neat and tidy. Austere. Morgan wasn’t one for knickknacks. There was
a sofa and lounge chair, two bookshelves, and a few lamps. He didn’t see a television,
but a neat stack of newspapers and magazines took up a corner of the small dining
room table.

“I didn’t mean that in a moral or physical sense,” Morgan clarified, gesturing for
them to sit. “I meant I can appeal to her softer sensibilities in a way I cannot with
you. You blame me for what happened to your father. Ms. Kirk is law enforcement. She
won’t see past justice to compassion, and Sparks . . . well, from what I know, you
have no compassion.”

“None.” Connor’s smile would have made anyone squirm.

Lara frowned as she sat down on the couch. “He does. But we’re not here to hurt you.
We simply have a few questions.”

Connor walked around the room, his eyes seeking the corners. “Many questions.”

“I’m not a threat, Mr. Sparks,” Morgan said wearily, sinking onto the lounge chair.
“There are no traps. I never was a violent man. I always thought it amusing I ended
up in the Navy. After I left Admiral Spencer’s command, I found work in intelligence.
I was much happier there. It was a good fit for me. I was safe there, too.”

It didn’t look like anyone nefarious would jump out and murder them, but Dax was on
guard anyway. He didn’t like the slow way Connor was prowling around the cabin. Something
had his friend on high alert, and he trusted Connor’s gut.

The faster they got what they needed, the better.

“Why do you need to be safe?” Dax asked.

Morgan sat back. “Because of what I did. I assume you’re here because you’ve finally
figured out what I did to your father.”

Holland had her cop face on. She pressed a button on her phone and set it down on
the coffee table. “I’m going to tape this interview, if you don’t mind.”

Morgan waved a hand. “Only if the sweet one promises to look in on my mother from
time to time. The nursing home is all right, but they don’t always change her sheets
regularly. I pay extra to ensure her comfort.”

Lara’s eyes had gone a little misty. “I promise. Do you think you’re going to jail?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. I’m going to die. If not tonight, then soon. The cancer
is everywhere. So it doesn’t matter anymore if I talk or not. I’m miserable. Judith
is miserable. I fought all these years to live and now I don’t really care if I die,
because there are worse things than death.”

“Like betrayal?” Dax snarled. He didn’t like the fact that this man had even mentioned
his mother’s name. “My father helped you.”

“But he also cheated on your mother. She’s an amazing woman. He was never worthy of
her. When they offered me a way to show her the man he truly was, I took it.”

Dax tried to reconcile Morgan’s words. “Are you telling me you set him up to expose
him? Or for revenge?”

“It wasn’t really revenge. I meant to scare him. Your father always had everything
so easy. He got away with murder half the time because he was rich and connected.”
Bitterness poured from Morgan’s mouth. “I was smarter than him. I got better grades.
I was well behaved. Life still handed him everything on a silver platter. He got promoted
up the ranks. He had your mother. Even when she learned what sort of man he was, she
still picked him over me.”