You are cordially invited toâ¦
Honor thy pledge
to the
Miami Confidential Agency
Do you hereby swear to uphold
the law to the best of your abilityâ¦
To maintain the level of integrity of this agency
by your compassion for victims, loyalty to your brothers and sisters and courage under fireâ¦
To hold all information and identities
in the strictest confidenceâ¦
Or die before breaking the code?
I would like to dedicate this book to my friend Maggie Scillia.
Thank you for all your help and support! I would also like to thank my wonderful editor, Allison Lyons, and the fabulous writers I was lucky to be working with on Miami Confidential: B.J. Daniels, Kelsey Roberts and Mallory Kane. My most sincere appreciation to Tracy Montoya, one of my favorite writers, for helping me with those Spanish expressions.
Author Dana Marton lives near Wilmington, Delaware. She has been an avid reader since childhood and has a masterâs degree in writing popular fiction. When not writing, she can be found either in her garden or her home library. For more information on the author and her other novels, please visit her Web site at www.danamarton.com.
She would love to hear from her readers via e-mail: [email protected].
Isabelle RushâMiami Confidential agent and spokeswoman for Weddings Your Way. Used to doing things on her own terms, Isabelle refuses to let a man tell her what to do or how to do it. Including Rafe.
Rafe MontoyaâA former DEA agent who is now working for Miami Confidential. Heâs admired Isabelle Rush as a coworker, but now that theyâre on a mission together, can he handle the sparks theyâre igniting?
Sonya BoteroâA society belle about to be married to Juan DeLeon. She was kidnapped in front of Weddings Your Way.
Juan DeLeonâSonyaâs fiancé wields considerable political power in Ladera, which earned him a number of enemies.
Maggie DeLeonâJuanâs ex-wife lives in an insane asylum. Is she as broken as she seems, or is she living for revenge?
Alberto MartinezâA political opponent of Juan DeLeon who would like nothing more than to see Juan crushed. But how far would he go to distract Juan from politics?
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Miami, U.S.A.
June 20, 2006
Jose Fuentes waited in the back of the vintage limousine for his victim and watched the street, aware of a number of things at once: the expensively dressed man and woman exiting Weddings Your Wayâlooking less than happyâthe few cars passing by, the comfort of the spacious backseat beneath him. His fingers fluttered over the black leather in a soft caress. Maybe when this was all over he would get his own limo. Or maybe not. Better not draw attention to his person or his wealth.
And when he was done with Botero, he would be wealthy.
Sunshine reflected off the pavement and the white walls of exclusive villas; palm trees swayed in the breeze coming off the bay. His window down a crack, he could smell the water. He liked Miami. Someday, he might come back here on vacation.
His phone chirped. Annoyance replaced his pleasant mood as he recognized the number.
Good work took time.
âPatience,â he said as he picked up the call.
âYou donât have her yet?â The voice was full of censure.
âSheâs a few minutes late.â He pulled the cell phone from his ear to glance at the exact time displayed on its small LCD screen and caught sight of the white limo heâd been waiting for as it turned the corner.
Time to get the ball rolling.
âIâll call you back.â He clicked off and nodded to Gordy behind the wheel, a man he trusted but would take care of afterward nevertheless. Gordy had a number of useful attributes, but the ability to rise above his circumstances wasnât one of them. No matter how big a share of the money he would get, sooner or later he would find his way back to the booze and the drugs and the old friends he could get them from.
And then Gordy would talk.
That worried him, how the number of people involved was snowballing out of control. Why was Ramon in Miami, for example? To supervise him? The thought that he wouldnât be trusted filled him with rage. Not that he trusted any of the men on either crew, the one heâd brought to Miami or the one heâd put together to stay in Ladera to wait for Sonya there, under Pedro Carreraâs direction. Pedro was going to be pissed after he figured out heâd been screwed over, stuck with a high-profile kidnap victim on his hands.
Jose shrugged off the thought. Carrera could be as pissed as he wanted to be as long as the man didnât find him. And, with as much money as he was going to make on this deal, disappearing without a trace shouldnât be too hard.
He glanced at the two men in the back of the limo with him. They were there for muscleâa kidnapping in broad daylight in the middle of Miami took more than one pair of hands. He wasnât about to show himself. He was going to play this smart, planned and coordinated. This was his chance to break out, to leave small-time and give himself a promotion.