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Synopsis
Business is war.
And Luke Tanner is about to be its latest casualty. He's overheard
men conspiring to gain control of a $1 billion piece of business
by using a unique strategy - the murder of the two CEO's who control
it.
The conspirators discover that Luke has overheard
them and try to kill him. But he gets away. To silence him, they
kidnap his girlfriend, pediatrician Dr. Jenna Johannson.
When the kidnappers try to kill them,
Luke and Jenna manage to escape, only to discover that the $1
billion business - a massive worldwide automotive advertising
account - is his. Luke also discovers that it's too late to save
the lives of his CEO and client - because at that very moment,
the two men are in the Yucatan Peninsula, unreachable by phone
and about to walk into the assassins' trap.
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He glanced at his watch. Time to
update Klug.
Suddenly, something caught his eye on the lower level.
Quickly, he jerked the two Mexicans, Carlos and Paco, over to
the balcony and pointed down at a tall, chestnut-haired man getting
up from a table next to theirs. He's been sitting there, Bennett
realized. The man walked around the wall, carefully inspected
their table and the surrounding area, then hurried toward the
elevators.
Mason Bennett squeezed a waste-bin lid, turning the plastic white.
"Think he hear us?" asked Carlos, the taller Mexican.
"Fuck yes, he heard us," Bennett whispered. "He
checked our table for clues, then rushed to the elevators."
Bennett watched the man waiting for the elevator. The guy looked
anxious, worried. He had heard. Bennett turned to the Mexicans.
"Wait in your car. I'll phone you there."
"Why you wan' us to wait?" Carlos asked.
"You may have another assignment."
"What?"
"Him."
The two men nodded and left.
Bennett turned and studied the man. Casual, but expensive clothes.
Beige leather folder. Seemed to know the Ren Cen. The man stepped
into a 400 Tower elevator going up. He probably worked here.
Bennett saw the old waiter clear a coffee cup from the man's table.
Perhaps the old guy knew him. He took the escalator down to the
tables, walked over to the waiter and pointed. "My old friend
was just sitting here. When I came down to see him, he'd left.
His first name escapes me."
The waiter smiled. "That'd be Luke. Luke Tanner. Nice fella."
"Yeah, Luke. Works upstairs."
"Yep. Connor Dow."
Mason Bennett thanked the waiter, then entered an empty elevator
and headed up. He pulled off his blond beard and hairpiece and
stuffed them into his pockets. He combed his oily, brown hair
straight back, and crammed a silk handkerchief into his breast
pocket. He jammed the floor button repeatedly, as though it would
accelerate the elevator's ascent.
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