registered was the feeling of being lifted. Raised up into the air and over the railing. Then released.
Floating. Down. Down. Down. And into the water.
Chapter 4
David had no idea why Sam Dundee had summoned him to his island home, but David's gut instincts warned him of trouble. He had met the owner of Dundee Private Security and Investigation Agency the first day he'd come to work there. The big boss had flown into Atlanta to personally introduce his newest agent to Dundee's CEO, Ellen Denby , who normally did the hiring and firing. David had gotten this job because Ellison Penn knew Dundee personally and had called in a favor. So maybe Ellison's involvement with Dundee was the reason David felt so uneasy as he followed along behind Manton, the seven-foot mahogany-skinned guardian of Dundee's private island retreat. David had realized almost instantly that the giant of a man was mute, but his keen black eyes seemed to look into David's very soul. The last thing David wanted was someone seeing past the David Wolfe facade and finding Aidan Colbert.
When they reached the porch of the huge raised cottage that sat perched atop a small hill, which gave the house a magnificent view of the gulf, Manton opened the door and held it for David. Once inside, David was greeted by Sam Dundee himself, who apparently had been waiting for him in the foyer.
Sam offered his hand. "I hope the boat ride from Biloxi wasn't too bad. The waters are a bit choppy this morning."
David exchanged a handshake with the big man. Although they were close in height, Sam had the build of a football linebacker, with massive shoulders and arms.
"The boat ride was fine," David replied.
"Join me in the den," Sam said. "I have another guest who came in late last night and he's anxious to speak to you."
David's stomach tightened. Another guest? He vanquished several thoughts and settled on one. Ellison Penn. There was no one else it could be. But why would Ellison risk contacting him personally? They had both broken several cardinal Peacekeepers' rules in order to bury Aidan Colbert and resurrect him as David Wolfe two and a half years ago.
Sam led David to the den, which was Caribbean light and airy. Cream walls. Massive windows, open to catch the spring breeze and illuminate with morning sunlight. Overstuffed chairs and sofa. An ornately carved blond oak desk, placed in front of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, dominated the room. Behind the desk, in the large cream leather swivel chair sat Ellison Penn. Ellison's attire of tan slacks and navy-blue short-sleeved shirt took David aback; he didn't think he'd ever seen the white-haired gentleman in casual clothes before. The man's friendly gray eyes were as deceptive as his healthy tanned face and gregarious smile. Ellison Penn looked like any affluent American businessman. One would assume this seventy-year-old gentleman incapable of harming a fly. But David knew better. This grandfatherly-looking man, as the commander of the secret squad of Peacekeepers agents, had over a period of twenty years ordered the assassination of several dozen people.
Ellison rose to his full six-foot height. "Good to see you,
Mr. Wolfe. I appreciate your meeting me on such short notice."
David stared at his former boss, a man who had served as his mentor for many years. Ellison held a thin file folder in his hand. "Mr. Penn." David nodded.
"I'll leave y'all alone." Standing in the doorway, Sam glanced at Ellison and then at David. "Lunch will be in an hour. Jeannie and I would be pleased if both of you would join us before Mr. Wolfe returns to Biloxi this afternoon."
"We'd be honored to join you and your lovely wife," Ellison said.
Sam closed the den door, sealing the two men together within the privacy of the room.
Inclining his head toward the door, David said, "He doesn't know who I am. . .or rather who I was, does he?"
"No one knows, except the two of us. Safer that way." Ellison rounded the side of
Floating. Down. Down. Down. And into the water.
Chapter 4
David had no idea why Sam Dundee had summoned him to his island home, but David's gut instincts warned him of trouble. He had met the owner of Dundee Private Security and Investigation Agency the first day he'd come to work there. The big boss had flown into Atlanta to personally introduce his newest agent to Dundee's CEO, Ellen Denby , who normally did the hiring and firing. David had gotten this job because Ellison Penn knew Dundee personally and had called in a favor. So maybe Ellison's involvement with Dundee was the reason David felt so uneasy as he followed along behind Manton, the seven-foot mahogany-skinned guardian of Dundee's private island retreat. David had realized almost instantly that the giant of a man was mute, but his keen black eyes seemed to look into David's very soul. The last thing David wanted was someone seeing past the David Wolfe facade and finding Aidan Colbert.
When they reached the porch of the huge raised cottage that sat perched atop a small hill, which gave the house a magnificent view of the gulf, Manton opened the door and held it for David. Once inside, David was greeted by Sam Dundee himself, who apparently had been waiting for him in the foyer.
Sam offered his hand. "I hope the boat ride from Biloxi wasn't too bad. The waters are a bit choppy this morning."
David exchanged a handshake with the big man. Although they were close in height, Sam had the build of a football linebacker, with massive shoulders and arms.
"The boat ride was fine," David replied.
"Join me in the den," Sam said. "I have another guest who came in late last night and he's anxious to speak to you."
David's stomach tightened. Another guest? He vanquished several thoughts and settled on one. Ellison Penn. There was no one else it could be. But why would Ellison risk contacting him personally? They had both broken several cardinal Peacekeepers' rules in order to bury Aidan Colbert and resurrect him as David Wolfe two and a half years ago.
Sam led David to the den, which was Caribbean light and airy. Cream walls. Massive windows, open to catch the spring breeze and illuminate with morning sunlight. Overstuffed chairs and sofa. An ornately carved blond oak desk, placed in front of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, dominated the room. Behind the desk, in the large cream leather swivel chair sat Ellison Penn. Ellison's attire of tan slacks and navy-blue short-sleeved shirt took David aback; he didn't think he'd ever seen the white-haired gentleman in casual clothes before. The man's friendly gray eyes were as deceptive as his healthy tanned face and gregarious smile. Ellison Penn looked like any affluent American businessman. One would assume this seventy-year-old gentleman incapable of harming a fly. But David knew better. This grandfatherly-looking man, as the commander of the secret squad of Peacekeepers agents, had over a period of twenty years ordered the assassination of several dozen people.
Ellison rose to his full six-foot height. "Good to see you,
Mr. Wolfe. I appreciate your meeting me on such short notice."
David stared at his former boss, a man who had served as his mentor for many years. Ellison held a thin file folder in his hand. "Mr. Penn." David nodded.
"I'll leave y'all alone." Standing in the doorway, Sam glanced at Ellison and then at David. "Lunch will be in an hour. Jeannie and I would be pleased if both of you would join us before Mr. Wolfe returns to Biloxi this afternoon."
"We'd be honored to join you and your lovely wife," Ellison said.
Sam closed the den door, sealing the two men together within the privacy of the room.
Inclining his head toward the door, David said, "He doesn't know who I am. . .or rather who I was, does he?"
"No one knows, except the two of us. Safer that way." Ellison rounded the side of
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