NoWayOut by NiaKFoxx Page B

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    “Hello Steve.”
    A pregnant pause greeted her in response.
    “Tiffany, is it really you?”
    “Why do you sound so surprised to hear my voice?”
    “Well… it’s just …I’m not sure how to tell you this hon but we were told you were dead.”
    Her heart sank at his answer. There was a time when she con sidered him to be her mentor, a friend even.
    “I’m sorry to disappoint you but I still have a few good years left in me.”
    “Disappoint… why would I be disappointed? ” he had the nerve to sound believably shocked.
    “You can cut the act, I know you’ve been feeding informatio n back to the DEA on this case. “ What I don’t understand is why? Would sharing the limelight with me have been so hard to do?”
    “I don’t believe what I’m hearing. What are you talking about?”
    “Let ’ s not do this, there’s no reason to insult me by pretending ignorance.”
    “Hon, there’s definitely no pretense on my part. I thought you were dead because that’s the news we got back from the government, and while you’re correct I have a contact inside the DEA I wasn’t giving him information, it was the other way around. He was the one who informed our office of your death, said Alexi had made you. Asked me to sit on the story until they could bring Alexi in and do your memory proper justice. At first I thought it was a mistake but when you missed your last check in what else was I suppose d to think? ”
    It was her turn to sit in silence. None of this made an y sense if she believed him it meant he wasn’t responsible for the leaks.
    “What was the name of our DEA contact?” She knew the answer before he gave it.
    “Agent Rasa.” They said in unison.
    “How did you know?” Steve asked.
    “It’s not important at the moment, but I need to know everything he told you about this case.”
    “I think you already know everything. According to Agent R asa the DEA has been building a case against Enrique and Alexi for years, when you showed up on the scene they thought they’d lost their whole drug case.”
    “What about the weapons?”
    “Weapons? What weapons?”
    “Agent Rasa didn’t tell you about them?”
    “Not one word. What kind of weapons are you talking about?”
    “I don’t have time to explain right now.” What was R asa up to? “Did he mention… um… how I died?”
    “He said you were caught in gun fire on Alexi’s estate, he ma naged to get away but you , Enrique and some other of Alexi’s men died.”
    Her stomach flip flopped and she did her best to focus on Steve’s words.
    “They said your body would be kept until after Alexi was brought in.”
    She swallowed passed the lump in her throat.
    “Did he h ave any idea when that might be? ”
    “He didn’ t, but I got the impression it would be soon.”
    If sh e believed him did it mean Ramj was in trouble? He could be walking into a trap with his friend Rasa at the helm. She had to get word to him but couldn’t think of any other way to do so that didn’t involve getting back to LA.
    “Steve I need a big favor.”
    “Name it.”
    “ Do you have any connections that could get me a direct flight off of the Cayman Islands?”
    “The where… you know what never mind, when this is all over I’l l expect you to fill in all the blanks.”
    “Absolutely.”
    “And Tiffany, be safe will ya?”
    “Count on it.”

 
    Chapter Seven
    Cool and in control. It was the outward façade Tiffany hoped she portrayed as she was granted entrance into Alexi’s palatial foyer. On the insid e her stomach twisted in apprehensive loops .
    “Mr. Habalov and Malovich have been informed of your arrival, follow me.”
    She recognized the guard who led her to Alexi’s private study, however from his lack of greeting one would think she was a total stranger. She noted how quiet the house seemed, an oddity for a place normally teeming with some sort of nighttime activity. Foreboding settled over her as Alexi summoned