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Author’s Note:
The following story is complete fiction. I’m not related to, or affiliated with, any characters depicted in this story. I sincerely hope everyone enjoys reading it.
A sincere and heartfelt ‘Thank You’ to LadyVer. She graciously edited this story, despite a busy and demanding professional schedule, and her edits, recommendations, and feedback improved the story immensely. She was a joy to work with and a consummate professional. I accepted 98.9% of her changes, but also added some material after the editing process was completed.
Any errors are mine alone. It’s highly likely she recommended I change them.
As a fan of the main female character in this story, I highly recommend her work. She’s naturally beautiful and completely genuine—a rare combination.
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‘Attention in the terminal.’
‘US Airways flight 1694 has been delayed approximately two hours. Sorry, folks. There is serious weather in the northeast and it’s delayed this flight. As soon as we receive another update, we’ll inform everyone in the terminal.’
‘Also, due to other flight delays and cancellations, we will have to re-seat some passengers. We will call individuals up and inform them of their new seat assignments.’
‘Thank you for your patience and understanding.’
Groans, sighs, and curses filled the air. Flight 1694 was already an hour overdue. Now all the passengers were stuck waiting another two hours. A line immediately formed at the counter, angry faces staring bullets at the airline attendant.
Poor woman. It wasn’t her fault, but she was the one dodging bullets. Matt watched the stressed-out attendant do her best with the frustrated passengers. Phoenix Sky Harbor airport was pretty comfortable as airports go and Matt figured it could have been a lot worse. Sky Harbor was certainly more comfortable than the Albuquerque or San Luis Obispo airports.
Matt’s destination was San Diego, his home for the last five years since leaving the military. A weekend of serious fishing and light partying was waiting in San Diego. Or was it light fishing and serious partying? Unfortunately, he was now stuck in Phoenix for at least two more hours.
Matt sighed and stowed his Kindle, the bar across the hallway beckoning. He smiled when he saw the waitress. He couldn’t resist attractive Latin women. Then Jackie slid into his mind.
She’s an employee, dude, back off.
Grabbing his black soft leather laptop bag, Matt stood and stretched. That’s when he noticed them.
Predators. Four of them.
Matt’s training barely prevented him from doing a double-take.
Sitting together on a row of chairs against the wall in the seating area, each of the men wore the lean, hungry, intense look that all predators displayed, whether they walked on two legs or four. They were trying hard to appear casual, to blend in, and most folks wouldn’t notice them because they were too busy dealing with their own shit.
Matt now had another reason for heading into the bar. He’d be able to watch them without being conspicuous.
He walked over to the bar thinking about the men. Not law enforcement. Definitely not military … they didn’t stand right.
An empty table at the bar gave Matt a good view of the terminal. The table also had the added benefit of being out of the predators’ line of sight. Placing his worn leather briefcase onto the empty seat across the table, Matt pulled out his Blackberry. There was no better way to look occupied and oblivious to the world than with a smart phone. They were better cover than anything else invented by man, except kids. As Matt typed several fake messages on his Blackberry, he watched and evaluated the four men.
No formal training.
No obvious weapons.
Definitely foreigners.
Dark hair, dark eyes, light complexion, little facial hair. Freshly cut hair … cut close … trying to look American. Brand new fashionable clothes.
Probably Central or South American.
It was hard to forget some things, especially things that saved your life once upon a time. Matt had been out of the game for a while, but the training came back easily. Although given what he did for a living, most people would say he was still in the game. His unique skill set was like an old coat that fit perfectly, even though it hadn’t been worn in a while.
Predators for sure, but who was the prey?
The terminal was packed. Understatement of the century. The Fourth of July was only a week away. Kids were running all over. Stressed-out and tired parents following, limiting the damage. Businessmen and women talked into cell phones or typed frantically on smart phones and tablets.
Vacationers were the easiest to spot. They were disappointed, but relaxed, otherwise not worried about being stuck in an airport for another two hours.
Matt envied them.
The four predators did a passable job of looking in every direction, but one. They didn’t look at the windows, which was odd because most travelers liked to watch the planes come and go. Matt focused on the row of chairs in front of the windows.
Single mom, three kids.
Not her.
Old guy, mid-sixties, AARP, Medicare.
Definitely not him.
Businessman … cheap suit, wrinkled. Been traveling for a while. Late 20s, early 30s. Salesman. Building his career. Hair plastered back by god-knows-what grooming product.
A possible. Four guys for him, though? The single mother could take that guy. Hell, her five-year-old daughter looks capable of putting him on the floor.
Woman. Single, or at least sitting by herself. Mid to late 20s. In shape. Excellent shape, by the look of her. Athletic, but curvy. Brown hair, probably brown eyes. A woman alone.
Bingo!
One of the predators separated himself from the group, walked over slowly and casually, and sat a few rows behind her. The dumbass didn’t even have a magazine. He simply stared out the window looking completely creepy and out of place. Matt looked for a sign on his back that said ‘Creepy Dude’ but didn’t see one. That’s all he was missing. Matt waited to see if the single woman noticed him.
Instincts. Hopefully she’ll have good instincts.
Human beings were basically animals with animal instincts they’ve tried to ignore or suppress for thousands of years. But the instincts are still there and occasionally come in handy. One of the instincts most people have is the ability to know when a creep has taken a seat behind them and is staring holes into the back of their head.
The single woman was no exception. Hallelujah!
Whether she saw the creep’s reflection in the window, or she just had good instincts, Matt wasn’t sure. Either way, she stood up. Keeping her eyes averted, she walked over to the bar.
Matt continued to focus on the four predators.
They had no idea what to do. It was kind of funny.
After watching them for fifteen minutes, he sensed they were outside their mission plan. Matt was ready to bet dollars to donuts they had never anticipated being delayed in the terminal. Now they were forced to do something they hadn’t planned on and definitely hadn’t trained for, and their stress level was going up. Lost in the sauce, was what we used to say. Matt guessed their original plan was to join the woman’s flight at the last minute and make their move after she retrieved her luggage from baggage claim. It was the way he’d have done it.
Why would they be interested in her, though?
Drug mule?
No. Doesn’t fit.
Prostitute?
Maybe, but why four guys?
Eyewitness?
Definite possibility. But she should have had some sort of law enforcement escort.
The last possible option was one he didn’t want to consider.
Human Trafficking.
Matt sighed heavily. Yeah. She fit the profile. Single woman, attractive, traveling alone.
Landing in a big city, busy airport, close to the border with Mexico.
Fuck!
That had to be it. Bottom line? They wanted her alive—alive at first, anyway. Who the hell knew what would be in her future if the four men snatched her. Having attended military and law enforcement briefings, Matt had heard the ugly and brutal stories about victims of human trafficking. He wished he could erase them from his memory.
Human trafficking organizations (HTOs) were a growing global menace. They recognized no borders, feared few law enforcement agencies, and operated with impunity in many countries. Drugs. Weapons. Organized Crime. HTOs were involved with anything and everything. Violence was their currency and they never hesitated to use it. If Matt was right, this lady was in some pretty deep shit. If he was wrong, she still had four seriously creepy dudes shadowing her.
They’d sent four guys.
So she was important … a high-value target. An HTO sent four guys to make sure the snatch went perfectly. No screw-ups. Likely the predators were independent contractors who would hand her over to another organization later and who probably had little information other than a picture and a flight plan. Well, a picture, a flight plan, and instructions not to fuck up, or they’d be the ones disappearing.
Carefully, Matt moved his eyes back to the woman who was now sitting alone in the bar reading a magazine on her iPad. She was facing him at an angle, so Matt didn’t have a direct line of sight to her face. Something about her kept picking at his brain. He couldn’t place her, but she looked familiar.
Using flash recognition, Matt tried looking away and then looking suddenly back. No luck.
Actress? sports star? politician? politician’s mistress?
Matt started over. If she looks familiar, go with actress.
Actress … actress … actress …
Gotcha! Adult actress! Matt recognized her now.
Brooklyn Chase!
At thirty-three, Matt was still single. He ran his own business with a partner and was extremely successful. And as a single guy living in San Diego, he had seen his share of porn.
Southern California was home, and it was also the home of the porn industry. Matt didn’t live in the San Fernando Valley, which was porn central, but it was a booming industry all over Southern California. Occasionally, an adult actress caught his eye.
Matt smiled. Brooklyn Chase was one of those actresses. Matt profiled her in his head.
The girl next door, only her beauty multiplied by 100. Gorgeous, shiny, cascading brown hair. Amazing brown eyes—a horrible description because her eyes were absolutely captivating. Way beyond captivating. They were almond shaped, a light milk chocolate, and supremely expressive. Brooklyn’s smile? It captured a person’s attention so completely they lost their train of thought. A smile so perfect, the world stopped spinning just for a moment. A smile so beautiful, it made a person warm and happy just being in its presence. Brooklyn Chase was the epitome of beauty, grace, and style. Throughout history entire nations had gone to war over women like Brooklyn.
Matt snorted. Easy, now.
He wasn’t obsessed with her. Everyone appreciates beauty. Simply acknowledging someone as beautiful was a far cry from being creepy and mentally unstable. Matt wasn’t either one of those. Brooklyn Chase was amazing, beautiful, and genuine, but he wasn’t remotely interested in stalking the woman.
That’s my story, dammit, and I’m sticking to it.
Living in Southern California provided the opportunity to see celebrities every day, so Matt had seen his share. Celebrities didn’t do anything for him. He wasn’t star struck or a groupie. The lack of privacy most celebrities had to endure was unbelievable, and he didn’t think money or fame were acceptable trade-offs.
Business, Matt. Focus.
Matt’s eyes slowly returned to the predators. Three were still sitting against the wall, but the fourth had moved to a table in the corner and now had a good view of Brooklyn. Fortunately, Matt was out of his line of sight. The glass divider next to Matt’s table and its reflection gave him a clear, unobstructed view of the fourth predator.
The cute waitress finally made it to Matt’s table, interrupting his surveillance. They exchanged a few words and he ordered a drink and some appetizers. She rewarded him with a smile and then hurried to Brooklyn’s table. Brooklyn ordered water with a slice of lime. Matt was relieved she wasn’t drinking. He wondered briefly if she sensed the presence of Creepy Dude and his pals. It’s more likely she doesn’t want to be impaired when she’s by herself.
A few minutes later, Matt’s bourbon arrived and he slowly sipped his Booker’s on the rocks. One was the limit though. At over 100 proof, Booker’s was intended to be sipped.
The PA system came to life just then and passengers were asked to see the attendant for their new seat assignments. Matt pitied the person behind the counter because that had to be the worst job in the airline business. Sure enough, the first person in line started waving his hands around and pointing his finger at the attendant.
What a dick! What is it about airports that brings the worst out in people?
Matt shook his head and turned back to the fourth predator, the Head Creepy Dude, who had ordered a Dos Equis. Feeling more confident that the predator was from south of the border, Matt turned his attention back to Brooklyn. Her drink and a vegetable tray were on the table, but she was gone.
Matt managed to avoid whiplash when he realized Brooklyn had been called to the counter to be re-seated. He didn’t recognize, or remember, the name the airline had used to call her up. It didn’t matter and wasn’t important. Brooklyn stood quietly in line facing forward. Matt cursed under his breath at the sight of one of the predators in line behind her. He’d apparently been called up as well.
Uh oh. Shit just got real.
Brooklyn was given a new boarding pass. The creepy dude behind her grabbed his new boarding pass, looked over at Head Creepy Dude, and nodded meaningfully. An ugly smile crossed his face as he walked back over to the creepy dude ensemble.
Assumptions were normally unwise in Matt’s business and typically the result of bad planning or just plain laziness. In this case, however, Matt was willing to bet serious money that at least one of the creepy dudes was seated close to or next to Brooklyn Chase on the plane. If he was correct, then whichever creepy dude was closest would be in a great position to slip something into Brooklyn’s drink while the plane was airborne. In an airport as busy as the San Diego airport, it wouldn’t even be noticed. He’d simply be a boyfriend or husband helping his wife to baggage claim.
My girlfriend drank too much, Officer. Just lost her mom, you see. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her, and our car is right outside.
The waitress returned with Matt’s appetizers and put the plate down with a smile. ‘Here you go,’ she said, slipping the check under the plate.
Matt smiled. ‘Thank you. Can I ask you something?’
‘Sure.’
‘I need to go talk to the airline. Will you watch this table for me? I’m definitely coming back. I just need five minutes.’
‘Of course!’ the waitress replied. ‘We do it all the time.’
‘Great. Thanks.’
Whatever appetite Matt had was gone, replaced by a sinking and slightly nauseous feeling. Drugging Brooklyn wouldn’t be hard. Fear, laced with resigned certainty, surged through him. He couldn’t risk it, couldn’t live with being a bystander. The situation developing didn’t involve him. It wasn’t his business and it damn sure wasn’t his problem, but he couldn’t sit by and let something happen to Brooklyn. His conscience wouldn’t let this situation develop for any woman, actress or not.
I really hope I’m not going to regret this later.
Matt slid out of h
is chair and walked over to the counter, taking his laptop with him. The woman behind the airline counter looked stressed and ready for battle. Matt smiled widely as he approached, trying hard to convey humor and an I’m-not-an-ugly-customer appearance.
‘Hi. How’s it going?’ Matt asked.
She smiled briefly. ‘Ugh. Good. What can I do for you?’
‘Listen, I think you handled the first jerk really well. Situations like these can’t be easy, but you’re doing great.’ Matt finished by giving the attendant a high-five. His comment was cheesy, but kindness cost nothing, and sometimes it really paid off. He was rewarded with a genuine smile and a friendly eye roll.
‘Thank you.’ She sighed. ‘I appreciate it. Now, how can I help you?’
‘You served a passenger a second ago. A young lady … brown hair, brown eyes,’ Matt started carefully. The lady behind the counter narrowed her eyes, suspicion breaking out over her face.
Matt quickly held up his hand.
‘Please. Just listen to me.’ He lowered his voice and leaned forward. ‘I’m not asking for her name, and I don’t want any information about her. Truthfully, I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention my involvement.’
The attendant nodded slowly. ‘Okay.’
‘I want to upgrade her to first class. Are there any available seats left?’
She hesitated, but after giving Matt the once-over, she looked down at her terminal and typed away for a moment before nodding. ‘We have one seat left.’
‘I’ll take it,’ Matt said, taking out his credit card.
‘You just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?’ she asked with a smile.
He nodded. ‘Sort of. Please just tell her there was an extra seat or something.’
The attendant nodded and swiped Matt’s card. ‘Well, she’s just been upgraded. I’m not going to call her up here again, but I’ll walk over in a few minutes and give her the new boarding pass.’
Matt nodded. ‘Fine. Thank you very much.’
‘You’re welcome.’ She paused and then winked at Matt. ‘Good luck.’
The attendant wouldn’t have understood or bought any other explanation, so Matt just smiled and walked back to the bar. It was highly unlikely the creepy dudes had first-class seats, so moving Brooklyn to first class would keep her out of their reach during the flight.
Matt couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this situation felt ugly, and that a really shitty situation was brewing. He glanced at Brooklyn as he slid back into his seat. She looked lost in her iPad. Now that she was marginally safer, Matt picked at his appetizer.
He thought of San Diego. Do I do anything when we land? It was likely Brooklyn had a boyfriend or relative who would pick her up, so she probably wouldn’t be alone.
That’s why there’s four of them … enough guys to deal with Brooklyn’s significant other. Boyfriend or husband. Either way, they needed enough muscle to handle him.
Finally, the plane arrived and the boarding process started. Matt deposited a hefty tip for the waitress and got in line with the other first-class passengers. A few minutes later he slid into his seat with a sigh and retrieved his Kindle. He had just started an amazing new Brandon Sanderson book, the second in a new epic fantasy series. A few minutes later, Brooklyn boarded, a confused, but happy look on her face, and took her seat in First Class.
A wry smile crossed Matt’s face when he noticed that Brooklyn wasn’t sitting anywhere near him. So much for being a Good Samaritan. Well, you’re not helping her for recognition. That’s never been your style, bud.
Matt returned to his Kindle.
The creepy dude ensemble came through eventually, each marking Brooklyn’s seat on the plane. Head Creepy Dude looked supremely pissed, a scowl painting his face as he trudged back to Coach.
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