Labyrinth of Lies (Triple Threat Book #2)
By Irene Hannon
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Zeke Sloan has never forgotten Cate, but now isn't the best time for their paths to cross again. When their two seemingly disparate agendas begin to intertwine--and startling connections emerge among the players--the danger escalates significantly. But who is the mastermind behind the elaborate ruse? And how far will they go to protect their house of cards?
Queen of romantic suspense Irene Hannon invites you to scale the heights of human folly and plumb the depths of the human heart in this second gripping book in the Triple Threat series.
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Irene Hannon is the bestselling and award-winning author of more than 65 contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels. In addition to her many other honors, she is a three-time winner of the prestigious RITA Award from Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of RWA's elite Hall of Fame and has received a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews for her entire body of work. Learn more at IreneHannon.com.
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1
THEY WANTED HER to take on another undercover gig?
No way.
Not happening.
But if both her boss and the head of the Crimes Against Persons unit were ganging up on her, getting out of the assignment would require finesse.
Brain firing on all cylinders, St. Louis County detective Cate Reilly crossed her legs, clenched her hands together in her lap, and surveyed the sergeant behind the desk—and the lieutenant seated beside her. Five seconds. That was all she needed to formulate a diplomatic, persuasive refusal.
Sarge didn’t give them to her.
We’re aware you prefer not to do more undercover work, Cate. It’s not for everyone, and we appreciate you giving it a try this year.
He rested his forearms on his desk and linked his fingers. But this is a . . . unique . . . situation, so I’d ask you to hear us out. Lieutenant?
The commander of the unit picked up the cue. It goes without saying that what we discuss here stays here, no matter how this meeting ends.
He locked gazes with her.
Of course.
After ten years with the St. Louis County PD, she knew when to zip her lips.
He gave a curt nod. Two months ago, Gabe Laurent’s seventeen-year-old daughter, Stephanie, disappeared from a private girls’ boarding school in the far western portion of our jurisdiction, along the Missouri River. You know who Laurent is, I assume.
Yes.
In an era when badge holders were often painted as the bad guys, every County PD employee was aware of the software executive’s staunch—and vocal—commitment to law enforcement. Why haven’t I heard about the girl’s disappearance?
We were keeping it under wraps until we determined whether it was the runaway situation it appeared to be. Only the detectives assigned to the case were privy to the details.
"Was it a runaway?"
The lieutenant shifted in his seat. "That was our conclusion. All the pieces fit. Her backpack was gone. Her boyfriend also went missing—as did his backpack and car. Everyone our people spoke with agreed she was troubled and unhappy. That’s why her father sent her to Ivy Hill Academy. He didn’t like the crowd she was running with—or her boyfriend, slipping grades, and attitude. In addition to being a prestigious all-girl college-prep school with high academic standards, Ivy Hill is known for its rigid discipline."
Is the investigation still active?
Sarge leaned back in his chair. We’ve been keeping an eye out for her, but it hasn’t been our highest priority.
No, it wouldn’t be.
Teen runaways were disturbing, but the County’s heavy homicide caseload and other serious crime investigations took precedence. The detectives were already stretched thin, and the long hours couldn’t expand much more without significant fallout—like a major decline in morale or a mass exodus.
So why are we talking about it now?
The lieutenant rejoined the conversation. We’ve been asked to dig deeper.
By whom?
He held up a hand. Let me back up first. Gabe Laurent wasn’t satisfied with our conclusion or our promise to continue our efforts to locate his daughter as resources allowed. He ended up hiring a PI who turned up one piece of information that suggests there may be more to the story than a mere runaway situation.
Ouch.
That put County in an awkward position.
What did the PI find?
Two days before he disappeared, the boyfriend had been in touch with a counselor at one of the community colleges about registering for the spring term.
O-kay.
That put a whole different spin on the case.
In other words, he may have taken the backpack for a weekend getaway with his girlfriend, but he wasn’t planning to disappear.
Cate exhaled.
That was Gabe Laurent’s conclusion.
This is starting to smell like foul play.
I agree.
She furrowed her brow. How did our people miss that nugget?
The boyfriend—Alex Johnson—lived with a grandmother who’s in poor health and a father who comes and goes . . . mostly to the local bar. The PI happened to be at the apartment talking with the grandmother when a financial assistance application from the school arrived in the mail.
She knew about his plans?
No—nor did the father. Based on what the PI gleaned from the counselor, Alex decided the laborer job he’d taken with a roofing company after high school graduation wasn’t going to lead anywhere and intended to continue his education.
Uncovering that key piece of intel may have been a fluke—and a huge piece of good luck for the PI—but it was distressing nonetheless.
And Sarge and the lieutenant weren’t the type to enjoy having egg on their face, deserved or not.
Still . . . an undercover operation? Those kinds of resources were usually reserved for larger-scale operations, like the human trafficking setup she’d helped investigate for her first—and she’d hoped, last—undercover assignment.
So we’re going back to take another look at the case. I get that.
She kept her inflection neutral. What I don’t get is the undercover component.
The lieutenant stood and walked over to the window. After a few moments, he pivoted back. Pressure is being exerted to use every available tool to expedite the investigation. Gabe Laurent wants answers.
The man clasped his hands behind his back, his expression neutral save for a flare of . . . annoyance? . . . that tightened his features for a fleeting instant. He also happens to be a big contributor to the campaigns of his state representative and the County Executive.
Ah.
The man had called in favors. Talked to friends in high places, who’d contacted County—not with demands, but to drop a few strong hints that the case might deserve renewed focus.
Yet it didn’t explain the undercover angle.
Why not just assign more personnel?
The lieutenant scanned his watch and crossed to the door. I’ll let Sarge explain the particulars to you. I’m already late for another meeting.
He swung back to her. I hope we can count on your help with this.
Without giving her the opportunity to respond, he exited, closing the door behind him.
In the ensuing quiet, her pulse accelerated.
That hadn’t been a request.
He wanted her on this job.
Why?
She laced her fingers more tightly together and redirected her attention to Sarge. You know how I feel about undercover work.
One taste had been more than sufficient to dim any allure it may have had. Who knew why it had held such appeal for—
Mashing her lips together, she severed that line of thought. It was pointless to revisit history. Her attempt to figure out what motivated a person to live a life of deception and shadows had been a bust, and it was time to move on.
Past time.
I know, Cate—but we need you on this one.
She waved his comment aside. There are plenty of detectives at County who like undercover work. Why not tap one of them?
Because you’re the only one who can pass for a seventeen-year-old.
Her jaw dropped as she processed that bombshell. "You want me to go in as a student?"
Yes.
Sarge.
She gaped at him. Let’s be serious here. I’m thirty-three. Seventeen is a distant speck in the rearview mirror.
Not that distant—and age is nothing more than a number. With appropriate hairstyle and clothes, you won’t have any difficulty convincing people you’re seventeen.
She shook her head. "This is crazy. I could be a seventeen-year-old’s mother."
Cate.
Sarge leaned forward again. When were you last carded?
Dang.
He would bring that up.
She cleared her throat and flicked a speck of lint off her slacks. I don’t drink.
You’re avoiding the question.
Okay.
Fine.
She did buy wine on occasion as a gift for party hosts—as Sarge knew, since she’d not only brought a bottle to the retirement barbecue he’d thrown last summer for one of the detectives but joked about having to produce her driver’s license for the clerk.
So I get carded now and then.
Like always if she went makeup-free off duty and pulled her hair back into her usual ponytail. So what?
He looked at her in silence.
As seconds ticked by, sweat beaded on her upper lip. The moisture in her mouth evaporated. A wave of nausea rolled through her.
Huh.
Who knew that being backed into a corner would have the same effect on her as being trapped in a small space?
Not the best time for her latent claustrophobia to rear its head.
Chest tight, she rose and began to pace. Maybe the school has nothing to do with this. Stephanie and Alex could have run into trouble away from the campus.
That’s possible—and we’ll continue to work that angle with a conventional investigation. But given the high-level interest in this case, we want to cover all the bases—and you know firsthand how much more you can learn from the inside.
Yeah. She did.
If she hadn’t befriended the key people in the trafficking case, convinced them she was on their side, the ring would still be operating.
Instead, thanks to the evidence she’d been able to amass, the operation had been shuttered and the leaders rounded up and charged.
Look at it this way, Cate.
Sarge leaned forward, using his most persuasive tone. If Stephanie told another student where she and her boyfriend planned to go for the weekend—and you can get that girl to confide in you—we can realign our resources. As soon as we have a trail that leads off campus, we’ll cut you loose. That could be as fast as a week or two.
She narrowed her eyes. The trafficking job wasn’t supposed to last long, either.
It didn’t—not for an investigation like that.
That might be true . . . but it had felt like forever.
Another reason to write off undercover work.
Hardened as she’d become to violence and gore and man’s inhumanity to man during her decade in law enforcement, it was a whole different ball game to live that seaminess every day from the inside.
But the lieutenant and Sarge had presented a compelling case.
She was the best candidate in the department to pass for a seventeen-year-old.
And if foul play was involved in the girl’s disappearance, as the new evidence suggested, they should use every tool at their disposal to track down the truth whether there was political pressure being brought to bear or not.
She let out a long, slow breath. You’re not giving me much choice here.
Yes, I am. We won’t force you to take an undercover assignment. If this isn’t a role you think you can pull off, we’ll try to come up with an alternative plan. For the record, we did check to see if the school has any open staff or faculty positions. It doesn’t. But even if it did, the ideal is to place someone who can talk to the girls—especially Stephanie’s roommate—as a peer. A student is the best candidate for that.
His rationale was difficult to refute.
She was stuck.
Much as she disliked undercover work, her passion for justice wasn’t going to let her walk away from an opportunity to help solve what appeared to be a crime.
When would I go in?
You’d move into the dorm January 4.
That gave her eight days to psych herself up for the assignment and get up to speed on the players—and her cover story.
Won’t it seem odd for a new student to arrive with one week’s notice?
She was stalling, delaying her commitment as long as possible.
But Sarge played along, giving her a minute to adjust to the reality and accept the inevitable. We’ve got it covered. Your father’s been transferred here, and while he wraps up loose ends on the East Coast and makes arrangements to relocate, he’s sending you ahead rather than have you join the spring semester in progress.
From what I’ve heard about Ivy Hill’s price tag, this operation will require significant up-front money for tuition—unless you’re clueing in the administration to our presence.
We’re not—and we’ll tap the reserve fund for the tuition.
She did a double take. We have a reserve fund?
So says the lieutenant, and I’m not asking any questions. Finances are his problem. I just go after bad guys. So what’s the verdict?
Her brief reprieve was up.
She exhaled . . . and gave up the fight. I’ll do it.
Great!
Sarge pushed a bulging file folder across the desk. Case notes to date. Bone up. And this
—he slid a much slimmer file in her direction—is your cover. The minute you walk out the door, we’ll begin setting this up. We wanted to be certain you were on board first.
She picked up the latter and flipped through the material. A lot of work has been put into this.
She looked at him. You knew I’d say yes, didn’t you?
"I thought the odds were in our favor. You like challenges—and you don’t like puzzles with missing pieces. That’s why you’re an exceptional detective. I assumed this case would pique your interest enough to overcome your aversion to undercover work—and convince you you’re the right person for the job."
"I’m the only person."
You’re also the right person. We want someone on this who will dig deep and ferret out the truth, and—pardon the cliché—you’re like a dog with a bone when you’re on a case.
I appreciate the compliment if not the analogy.
She gathered up the files.
There is a bright side to this, you know. Going undercover at a cushy girls’ school will be a cakewalk compared to the trafficking gig.
That depends on what I find.
"If there’s anything to be found. Our team on the street may end up solving this before you do."
Hold that thought.
She transferred the files to the crook of her arm and stood. I’ll let you know if I have any questions after I get up to speed on all this. Any special instructions?
Just keep your ear to the ground—and keep this gig under wraps. We’re sharing details on a need-to-know basis. The fewer fingers in this, the less risk of leaks.
His phone began to ring, and he picked it up. And do something fun this weekend.
Already on the books.
Thank goodness.
Maybe the relaxing get-together she’d planned with her two sisters would help her shake the sense of foreboding—and dread—seeping into her pores, so pervasive it seemed almost like a premonition . . . or warning.
Which was ridiculous.
Huffing out a breath, she shifted the weight of the files in her arm and left Sarge’s office.
Her nerves were kicking in, that was all. Being a bit spooked was normal in light of her aversion to the mere thought of plunging back into undercover mode.
Yet a caution sign continued to strobe in her mind—as if warning her to beware of sinister secrets lurking in the shadows at the exclusive school slated to become her temporary home.
She shook off a shudder as she entered the office she shared with a fellow detective. Dropped the files onto her desk with a thud.
Too bad she couldn’t toss off this assignment as easily.
But she’d agreed to take it on, and backing out wasn’t an option. If that young woman had, indeed, gone missing—and the school had played a role in her disappearance—someone posing as a student would be in an ideal position to find the truth.
As for the unnerving vibes coursing through her?
She’d control them as best she could . . . but she’d also listen to her gut.
So just in case the challenges waiting for her ended up being far more formidable than simply convincing everyone she was seventeen, she’d go into this assignment on high alert . . . and she wouldn’t let her guard down until she left Ivy Hill—and her student persona—behind forever.
2
THAT WRAPS UP THE TOUR." Richard Tucker opened the door that led from the school’s main corridor to the Ivy Hill administrative offices. I’m sorry more staff members weren’t around for you to meet, but this place is a ghost town over Christmas break.
Understandable.
Zeke Sloan followed the president into the office suite, giving it another discreet perusal. The place was functional, but the original artwork, mahogany furniture, and custom rugs on the polished hardwood floor spoke of a solid financial base.
Not a luxury many private schools had these days.
I’ll introduce you to the rest of the faculty at our staff meeting next Friday and—
A door to the right opened, and Richard swung toward it. Will! I thought you’d left for the day.
A uniformed, fiftyish balding man who could use a few extra trips to the gym paused. I decided to make one more circuit.
Richard smiled. I’ve been raving to our new Spanish teacher here about the dedication of our faculty and staff. Thank you for giving witness to that. Zeke, meet Will Fischer, Ivy Hill’s director of security. Will, this is Zeke Martinez, who’ll be filling in for Teresa while she recovers.
Zeke took the hand the other man extended as Richard introduced him with his new name, returning the security chief’s lukewarm squeeze as they exchanged conventional pleasantries.
How’s Teresa doing?
Will directed the question to Richard.
The infection is finally under control, but it set her rehab back by weeks.
Richard shook his head. A car accident, broken bones, surgery, and then an infection. Not her best Christmas. We’re lucky to have found someone with Zeke’s credentials on such short notice.
Not to mention his pedigree—essential for a school like this.
Richard was too discreet to put that into words, but they both knew Zeke had been a perfect fit on many levels for the position.
I consider myself the fortunate one.
Zeke slipped his hands into the Brioni trousers that spelled class—and breeding.
For all he knew, his clothes alone had landed him this job.
But his credentials were also impeccable.
At this stage, though, whatever qualification—or combination of qualifications—had secured the position was irrelevant.
He was in.
That was all that mattered.
How did you hear about the job, anyway?
Will squinted at him, a hint of wariness in his demeanor.
Hmm.
Perhaps not everyone was as convinced as the school president that the new Spanish teacher was here through a lucky coincidence—nor as happy about his presence.
Then again, security types tended to be suspicious.
A combination of circumstances and connections.
He maintained an easy, conversational tone. My mother has a friend in St. Louis who knows the injured teacher, and she mentioned the accident—and Ivy Hill—to her in a phone conversation a couple of weeks ago while I was visiting. It seemed like a good fit during my own recovery from a messy Jeep crash.
You’re not from this area?
No. Nor from the States these days. I grew up in Denver, but my father returned to Spain after my parents divorced. I joined his extreme adventure firm nine years ago—but the accident has temporarily sidelined me.
The man’s eyes narrowed. Taking people kayaking or hang gliding is a far cry from teaching.
My undergraduate degree is in secondary education. I taught for a few years in Spain at a private boys’ school before joining my father’s firm. It will be a pleasant change of pace to return to my roots for a few weeks—or however long Ivy Hill requires my services.
Richard flashed him a silent apology. I’ve thoroughly vetted Zeke’s credentials, Will, and the board is delighted he accepted the interim position. Finding a qualified Spanish teacher on such short notice was a godsend.
Sorry.
A faint flush tinted the other man’s cheeks. I didn’t mean to overstep or give offense.
None taken.
Zeke called up another smile. I think it’s admirable for staff members to be concerned about the quality of the faculty.
He checked his watch. Richard, if we’re finished for the day, I do have an engagement this evening.
Of course. This is still the holiday season, after all. Let me show you out.
He retrieved Zeke’s Brooks Brothers wool topcoat from a rack near the door. Will, are you staying for a while?
No. I’m almost finished with my circuit.
I’ll swing by before I go to turn off lights.
Okay. Welcome to Ivy Hill, Zeke.
With a clipped nod, the security director exited into the main hall, closing the door behind him.
Richard waited while Zeke slid his arms into the coat and retrieved the folder of information the man had passed on earlier. Will’s a bit on the worrywart side, with a tendency to be overly suspicious—but those are admirable qualities for a director of security. And he’s also been a little high-strung since he separated from his wife a few months back. I hope you’ll cut him some slack.
No worries.
Zeke followed the president into the corridor and toward the main door. I doubt our paths will cross much.
True. Have you found a place to live yet?
Yes. A corporate housing firm arranged a short-term lease for me on a condo at the western end of Chesterfield.
Perfect. That won’t be a long commute.
Richard pushed open the main door. Enjoy your evening, and I’ll see you here next Friday at the staff meeting.
In the meantime, my work is cut out for me—bone up on lesson plans and school information.
He lifted the bulging folder.
I suspect you’ll be a fast study.
Yeah, he would—in terms of staff and faculty backgrounds. He was already fully briefed on the players.
The lesson plans, however, would require total focus for the next week or he was going to tank at this job.
And after all the work that had gone into securing this position, he wasn’t going to flunk out before he’d gotten what he’d come for.
dividerWhat do you mean, you’re going back undercover?
Eve froze, mug of coffee poised an inch from her lips.
Ignoring her, Cate picked up another piece of the world-class baklava her youngest sibling had brought to the Reilly sisters’ gathering and meticulously gathered up the crumbs. This is spectacular as usual, Grace. I wish you made it more than once a year.
It’s too time-consuming—and don’t change the subject. I thought you said never again?
Grace set her fork down beside her plate, the moussaka Eve had contributed forgotten.
It was a special circumstance.
What does that mean?
Eve shifted the mug away from her mouth and leaned forward.
Down, girl. This is not a media interview.
Cate tried for a teasing tone. And before you jump in
—she turned to Grace—save that forensic pathologist curiosity of yours for people who can’t talk back. I’m not at liberty to discuss the case. I only told you about it to keep you from worrying when I don’t respond to your calls and texts.
Eve and Grace exchanged glances.
I don’t like this.
Eve took a sip of coffee and skewered her with one of the probing, razor-sharp looks she usually reserved for unsuspecting guests on her drive-time talk radio show. Did they strong-arm you into this?
Sort of.
But she was the logical choice for the job.
The term strong-arming may be too . . . strong.
She shrugged, as if the assignment was no big deal. I fit the criteria for this particular investigation.
"Do you want to do this?" Grace joined the inquisition.
I want lawbreakers to pay for their crimes. If going undercover is what it takes to get justice in this case—so be it.
Her conviction sounded so convincing she almost fooled herself into believing she was fine with her decision.
Almost.
Her sisters, however, seemed to buy her assurance.
How long is this going to last?
Grace jabbed her fork into the last bite of her cooling moussaka.
As long as it takes.
Will you be here for my birthday next month? The big three-oh only comes around once.
And we can’t celebrate properly without you,
Eve added.
I’ll do my best. You know I try to make every family gathering.
But her sisters weren’t concerned about her missing the landmark birthday.
They were concerned about her.
Her vision blurred, and she swallowed past the lump that formed in her throat.
What would she do without Eve and Grace? With Mom gone all these years, and Dad doing a stint as a visiting professor at Cambridge, the three of them were tighter than ever. Siblings, yes, but also best friends.
So of course they’d worry about their big sister—especially after her negative comments about her previous undercover assignment.
Yet much as she dreaded this job, she could handle it. While the trafficking case had soured her on undercover work, it had also boosted her confidence that she had the acting chops to handle whatever was thrown at her.
And she had to convince her sisters of that. Vanquish the sudden pall that had fallen over their holiday get-together.
Hey.
She waited until she had their full attention. "Stop worrying. I have the skills for the job, and the environment is much nicer