Ghost Pursuit (CIA Ghost Series Book 2) Read online

  Ghost Pursuit

  By

  Mike Ryan

  Copyright 2015, Mike Ryan

  All Rights Reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction and comes entirely from the mind of the author. Any similarities to any person, place, or thing is completely coincidental and unintentional. No part of this book may be reproduced in any way without the written permission of the author.

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  Chapter 1

  Parker ran up the steps as quickly as she could but Davis was at least two floors ahead of her. They’d tracked him to a twenty-five story office building in Brazil where he was meeting with a high level officer of the Brazilian government. Cole joined in the pursuit the previous day, flying in from California after he was finally released from his therapy. It’d been a long process for him. Cole’s shoulder was badly torn up from the gun shot, the third time he’d been shot in the left shoulder, and it took him five months to get his normal range of motion back. He just entered the building after taking out the government official that fled from the building.

  “Cole, I think I’m losing him,” Parker shouted.

  “Where are you?”

  “I just passed the eighth floor. I think he’s two or three ahead,” she hastily said, running out of breath.

  “Copy that,” Cole said, looking around the lobby. He noticed the elevator to his right about twenty yards away and ran over to it. A man was just about to step inside as Cole grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, knocking him to the floor. “Sorry about that,” Cole smirked. “Parker, I’m heading up now. What floor do you want me?”

  “I don’t know. Just pick one.”

  “Roger that,” Cole said, hitting the button for the twentieth floor.

  The elevator stopped at the twentieth floor within a minute. Cole got out and quickly ran over to the staircase. He pulled the door open and quietly started walking down the steps, hoping to run into their friend. He figured Davis should have been running into him within a couple minutes. Then they’d have him trapped with no way for him to escape. Cole listened carefully for the sound of someone running up the steps. He kept walking down the stairs, his arms and gun extended, ready to fire. Cole looked at the wall and saw he was on the eighteenth floor.

  “Parker, where you at?” Cole wondered.

  “Just passing fourteen,” she replied.

  Cole readied himself. He loosened his shoulders and clenched his jaw as he waited; knowing Davis should arrive any minute. Cole was ready to deliver some payback for what Davis did to him. It wasn’t necessarily because Davis shot him; it was more that he shot him and made him stay in a hospital for five months. It wasn’t the bullet that tortured Cole, he could handle that. It was all the stuff he had to do afterward that pissed him off. While Cole was in the hospital, he had dreams about killing Davis. About what it’d be like to finally have Davis in his crosshairs again. It was one of the things that kept him going. Actually, it was the only thing that kept him going. Even though Cole knew the CIA was still after Davis while he was gone, he hoped Davis would elude capture long enough until Cole was ready to join the fray once again. Cole wanted to be the one to end Davis’ life. He wanted to be the one to pull the trigger. Cole shook the happy visions he was having out of his head as he gripped his hand on the gun. He heard footsteps coming closer. Davis was just about there. As soon as he saw Davis’ outline, Cole was going to put a hole through it. The sound of the steps indicated Davis was just about to round the corner into Cole’s sights. At last, Cole would have his revenge. The outline of the body emerged and Cole pulled the trigger, firing his weapon. As soon as he fired, Cole tried to pull up on his gun, making the shot ricochet into the wall. He looked at his intended target, his eyes bulging out, horrified knowing that he almost made a horrific mistake. Once Parker saw someone standing there pointing a gun, she assumed it was Davis, and tried to dive out of the way. Cole raced down the steps and helped his partner to his feet.

  “You OK?” Cole asked.

  “Yeah,” she replied, brushing herself off. She looked back at the wall to see where the bullet went.

  “Sorry. Thought you were Davis. Saw you at the last minute and pulled up.”

  “I kind of guessed.”

  “Speaking of which, where is he?”

  “I don’t know. Do you think he could’ve gotten past you before you got off the elevator?” Parker wondered.

  “Nah, not enough time. He’s not an Olympic runner. He must’ve ducked out somewhere along the way.”

  “But where?” Parker said, throwing her hands up.

  “I dunno. But why’s he going up anyway?” Cole asked.

  “To get away.”

  “How’s he gonna get anywhere going up? Why didn’t he try going out the door? What’s he gonna do? Jump out a window?”

  “Wait,” Parker said, putting her hand on Cole’s arm. She tilted her head, trying to figure out what the noise was that she heard. Cole heard it too.

  “It’s a chopper,” Cole stated.

  “It’s on the roof.”

  Parker and Cole raced up the steps to try and get to the rooftop in time. They had seven floors to go and figured they’d get there in the same amount of time it’d take them to get to the elevator and then race back to the steps to get to the rooftop. They rushed to get there as quickly as they could but they had a feeling they may be too late. The door to the rooftop was slightly ajar and the agents barged through it, only to be met with a barrage of gunfire coming from the helicopter. They had to retreat back inside the door for a few seconds. They regrouped and swung the door open as they looked for a spot to take cover. There was none though and would have to take their chances if they wanted to engage in a fight.

  “Count of three,” Cole said, counting down.

  The two agents rushed through the door, ready to exchange bullets with their target. It was too late though. The helicopter had just lifted off the ground and was slowly pulling away. Davis looked down and gave the pair a friendly wave goodbye. Cole fired a couple of rounds at the chopper, hoping he’d at least hit something that would make it crash. He had no such luck however, and the helicopter slowly faded away out of sight. Parker looked down, frustrated, and slapped her gun against her leg.

  “Almost had him,” she said.

  “This isn’t over yet. If we can find out where that chopper came from, we can figure out where he’s going,” Cole responded.

  “Yeah, I guess,” Parker replied, putting her gun inside her belt.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “I’m just tired of chasing him. Sometimes it feels like we’re never gonna catch him,” she sighed. “I’ve been after him for six months and every time it seems like I’m about to get him, he somehow pulls away. First it was Mexico, then Rio, then Guatemala, Cuba, the Bahamas, now here. I’m tired. I want this to end.”

  The agents went back inside and took the elevator down to the main floor. They exited the building and walked toward Cole’s black van, which housed several computers and equipment. They started doing some digging, trying to find out where that helicopter came from.

  “So have you talked to Turner lately?” Cole asked nonchalantly.

  “No. Why would I do that?” she replied, surprised at the question.

  “Just wondering.”

  “He’s got his life back and a girlfriend now. The last thing he needs is me re-entering his life and messing things up for him,” she explained.

  “Oh.”

  “Why? Do you know something? Did something happen?” Parker asked, worried that something ha
d happened to Turner.

  “Relax. He’s fine,” Cole replied, putting her mind at ease. “He came to see me at the hospital a few weeks ago.”

  “Really? So how was he doing?”

  “Seemed like he was OK.”

  “Did he seem like he was happy?” Parker wondered.

  “I guess. Didn’t really talk much about him. He came by to see how my shoulder was healing.”

  “Oh. Well that was nice.”

  “Yeah,” Cole said with a sigh. “I’m not finding anything here. Let’s go back to your hotel room and regroup. Maybe Burnett will have something.”

  Parker and Cole went back to her hotel room to contact Burnett. Cole took a look around the room, impressed with the style.

  “Groovy pad,” he said. “Nice and white. Don’t have to worry about not being able to see if the electric goes out.”

  “It’s just a hotel room, Cole.”

  “I’ll get Burnett on the line. Where’s your computer at?”

  “Over there on the desk. You want something to drink?”

  “Yeah, sure,” Cole replied.

  He went over to the desk and opened the laptop. It was still plugged in and turned on. Cole noticed a couple of opened tabs at the top of the screen, one of which looked somewhat interesting. He clicked on the tab which brought up a Facebook page. It was Ryan Turner’s. He looked at it for a second then turned to look at his partner, who was making a drink for each of them.

  “So you think about Turner much these days?” Cole asked.

  “Not really. Why? Didn’t you just ask me about him in the truck?”

  “Just seeing if you’d come clean.”

  “Come clean?” she asked, bringing in the drinks.

  “Yeah. For someone who hasn’t talked to him or doesn’t think about him, you sure seem like you’re still interested in his life.”

  “What’re you talking about?”

  Cole spun the laptop around so she could see the page. “Look familiar?”

  “What’s that?” Parker asked, feigning ignorance.

  “Really? You gonna play the stupid card on me?” Cole wondered.

  Parker sighed and put the drinks down on the desk. “OK. So I’ve still been keeping tabs on him a little. So sue me.”

  “Why the cloak and dagger stuff?”

  “I dunno. I guess cause he still has a girlfriend and stuff. I guess maybe I miss him a little,” she said.

  “A little? So how often have you been trying to keep up with him?” Cole asked.

  “Every now and then.”

  “Every now and then meaning every few hours?”

  “No. Why’s it so important to you, anyway?”

  “You’re my partner and…my friend. I just wanna make sure your head’s still in the game,” he told her.

  “Well it is. You don’t have to worry about me. Besides, he hasn’t updated his page in a couple of weeks.”

  “Oh.”

  “Isn’t that when you said he visited you in the hospital?” she asked.

  “Uhh, yeah,” Cole replied, taking a sip of his drink.

  “Was something going on? I mean, he talks to you and then all of a sudden goes silent?”

  “Beats me,” he said quickly, trying to change the subject. “Let’s get Burnett on the horn and see what’s up.”

  “Wait a minute,” Parker said, grabbing his hand before he could link up. “You’re keeping something from me. What is it?”

  “What would I be keeping from you?” Cole asked, not looking at his partner.

  “So what are you trying not to tell me?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied, grabbing his drink.

  “You really wanna sit here all day until I break you down?”

  Cole rolled his eyes and grimaced, upset he was about to let the cat out of the bag. “Fine.”

  “Fine, what?” she asked.

  “Turner was having some problems with his girlfriend.”

  “Oh?”

  “They were gonna take a vacation or something for a week or so to try and work things out I guess. Probably why he hasn’t been on Facebook. Getting his groove on I guess,” Cole told her.

  “Oh. I wonder why he didn’t mention anything on there.”

  “You know, not everybody puts their entire life on there.”

  “Really? I thought most people shared just about everything on that site,” Parker responded.

  “You know, if you were really concerned about him, you could just call him.”

  “I, uhh, don’t have his phone number anymore. Accidentally deleted it when I left there.”

  “Accidentally?” Cole asked, giving her a face like he didn’t believe her.

  “OK, I deleted it on purpose so I wouldn’t be tempted to call.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing,” Cole said, shaking his glass. “Need more ice.”

  Cole walked over to the kitchen and put more ice in his glass. While he was doing that, Parker sat down and started doing work on the computer. Cole noticed her phone laying there on the counter and picked it up, then turned his back to his partner to try and hide it from her. He started to scroll through the numbers. Parker fumbled around for a few minutes on the laptop then looked over at Cole in the kitchen. She noticed he was doing something and got up to take a look. Once she saw he was on her phone she rushed over to him to grab it. Cole saw her at the last minute and lifted the phone above his head where she couldn’t reach it, though she tried to jump for it.

  “So you don’t have his number anymore, huh?” Cole asked.

  “Give me that!”

  “You mean this number,” Cole showed her. “The one that you accidentally on purpose deleted?”

  “I forgot I still had that,” Parker sheepishly stated, forcefully grabbing the phone.

  “You’re about as badly hung up on someone as I’ve seen in a long time.”

  “I’m not hung up,” she objected.

  “How long are you gonna keep denying it to yourself?”

  “I’m not denying anything.”

  “Why are you doing this to yourself?” he wondered.

  “OK. OK. Yes, I’m still hung up on him,” she finally admitted. “I still care about him, I still think of him, and still wish I was with him. OK?”

  “Then why aren’t you?”

  “Because he has a girlfriend now, Cole. Even if he didn’t, we couldn’t be together. Not as long as I do what I do. He told me that himself. This job isn’t conducive to having a relationship. He deserves better than that.”

  “And what if him and Marissa break up?”

  “It wouldn’t change anything,” she dejectedly stated.

  “So you’re just gonna go around moping for the rest of your life?”

  “Why are you so interested?”

  “I already told you. You’re my friend and my partner. I haven’t had many of either that I actually cared about. I’m tired of watching you go around beating yourself up over him. If you actually still care about him, then fight for him. If you’re not prepared to do that, then it’s time to let him go,” Cole told her.

  Parker was silent for a few seconds as she digested Cole’s words. He was right. She knew he was. But she knew it’d be tough to get over the first person she’d really cared about in a long time.

  “You’re right,” she finally said, nodding her head. “I’ll, uhh, delete his phone number and Facebook page.”

  “Right now,” Cole told her, nodding his head at the phone.

  Parker played with her phone for a second as she toyed with the idea of deleting Turner’s number. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” she replied.

  Cole grunted and rolled his eyes. “Impossible,” he said, shaking his head.

  He went back over to the desk to make contact with Burnett. Before he made a connection he offered a few more pieces of wisdom for his partner.

  “You know, if you ever get l
onely, you should just do what I do,” Cole told her.

  Parker closed her eyes for a second and softly replied, “I know I’m gonna regret asking this. And what exactly is it that you do?”

  “Grab a hooker or a prostitute for a night, do what you want with them, give ‘em a few hundred bucks for their troubles, give ‘em a pat on the ass and kick them out in the morning. You both go your separate ways, nobody gets their feelings involved and you end up nice and refreshed.”

  Parker just shook her head. “Remind me never to come to you with relationship advice.”

  “What?!” he replied with a laugh.

  It took a few more minutes, but once they finally got Burnett on the screen she immediately had news for them.

  “We’ve got him,” Burnett said.

  “What?” Parker asked. “He’s in custody?”

  “No,” Burnett replied, disappointed. “I wish that were so. I mean, we’ve got his location pinned down.”

  “Where’s he headed?” Cole asked.

  “His chopper has already touched down. He just arrived at The Grand Plaza hotel, checking in about fifteen minutes ago.”

  “We’re on our way,” Parker told her, turning the link off. She started to grab her things as Cole walked to the door. “Where’s your stuff?”

  “It’s in the van.”

  “Ready?”

  “Let’s go.”

  Parker got half way to the door when her cell phone started ringing. She took it out of her pocket and looked at it strangely, not recognizing the number that was showing. She hesitated answering it. Cole noticed the strange look on her face and wondered who was calling.

  “Who is it?” Cole wondered.

  Parker shrugged her shoulders before deciding to answer it. “Hello?” she greeted, the unsurely tone plainly evident in her voice.

  “Don’t sound so happy to talk to an old friend,” the man stated.

  Parker instantly recognized the voice and needed no introduction. “What do you want?”

  “Can’t a guy just call and talk to his old girlfriend?”

  Parker’s face had gotten red and an angry look came over it as her jaw tightened. Cole had a pretty good idea who she was talking to by her expression.