THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

someone wanted from her. The coins had to be stolen. Coins like that didn’t float around without security.
    Who was the thief and who was the rightful owner?
    Worry about that once you get Angel back. He’d noticed her jeans and white shirt folded on top of the dryer. She should be easy to spot in her yellow running clothes.
    Zane carried Ben’s electronic tablet out to the truck. He’d booted it up inside and by the time he’d backed out of the parking space, the device had located a signal for the GPS tracking chip hidden in Angel’s shoe.
    Ben claimed there were still a few bugs in the software that translated the chip’s signal. Zane just hoped the little prototype in Angel’s shoe didn’t die on him.
    He zoomed the screen on the tablet, bringing up the map of an industrial area in an old section south of Miami. A thirty-minute drive, depending on traffic. He’d never wanted to be a helicopter pilot, until now.
    How had Angel gotten so deep inside his world in such a short time?
    Didn’t know. Didn’t care. Just wanted her back.
     
    Chapter 42
     
    Mason carried a single bag across the tarmac to the flight he’d chartered. Blue skies wouldn’t last past north Florida based upon the weather report his pilot had shared, but Mason had gotten another call from Czarion. The prick asked if Mason intended to let a little storm prevent him from saving his operation from obliteration and reminded him not to try to move his private inventory until he delivered the coins.
    Right behind CK’s report that he had Angelina but no coins, Czarion had called. Mason had used his backup cell phone to communicate with CK.
    Czarion had called on that phone.
    A number nobody should have who hadn’t received it personally from Mason. The prick just kept on needling him.
    Sweeping every room in the compound had not turned up a bug. As soon as Mason got this handled, he would find out who Czarion was and who within his operation was snitching to the guy. If Angelina told Mason where the coins were right away, she’d be in shape to make the trip home to Raleigh in a day or so. If not, well, he might give her to CK once he’d taken what he wanted.
    His cell phone rang just as he reached the Lear jet. “Lorde.”
    “CK here. You still flying in to Miami today with this weather?”
    “With enough money, there’s always someone who will fly. I’ll be there tonight. Don’t let her out of your sight,” Mason warned.
    “She can’t get out. You want her fed?”
    “No. She’ll be more pliable if she’s hungry. I should arrive by ten o’clock. Have someone waiting for me,” Mason ordered, then gave CK his flight time and where he wanted a man to meet him in the main terminal.
    “Got it. She’s awake. Think she’d like a little activity to keep from getting bored?” 
    Mason started to bark an order at CK to keep his hands off of Angelina, but changed his mind. Her fault he had to go through all this trouble to get the coins back only to give them up. He warned CK, “You know what I expect to find when I arrive.”
    “Yes, I do.”  The chuckle that followed had a feral edge. Then the line disconnected.
     
    Chapter 43
     
    Zane zigzagged his way south on I-95 from Ft. Lauderdale to the target point indicated by the tracking program. He’d assumed Angel was in a fixed location until the transmitter began to move. Too fast to be Angel on foot, even with her running ability. She was being transported in a vehicle.
    Constant glances at the tablet confirmed the vehicle was headed for the interstate. 
    When the directional blip reached I-95, it turned north.
    Cutting through traffic and flooring his accelerator every chance he got, Zane tried to close the twelve-mile gap without pricking the attention of the highway patrol. A screaming red truck made an easy target for ticket writers, and he didn’t have the time to show his identification and answer questions. When the vehicle he tracked turned off of I-95 to I-195 east, he had a good idea where she was headed and wished he was wrong.
    Miami International Airport.
     
    Chapter 44
     
    Angel sat at the farthest point from the office door. She’d been over every inch of the room. Unless she grew wings, she had no way out.
    If it didn’t stop raining soon, her skin would wrinkle worse than a prune. The storm bellowed outside. Water poured through the gaping holes in the ceiling. The floor thankfully sloped to a center drain or she’d have been without the one