Border Crossings: A Catherine James Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
Again, she felt overwhelmed by the weight of the circumstances. This was much more than she had ever expected. More than even she could have imagined. Killer thugs with machine guns had tried to murder her and the boy in broad daylight. An innocent street kid had been murdered, his body still missing and unlikely ever to be found. And then there was Taylor’s murder itself, the brutality of the kidnapping and its motives still unclear. I’m out of my league, she admitted to herself. She began wracking her brain, trying to figure out what to do. She knew a few people in Mexico, but they were executives and lawyers, mostly. They might be able to make a few phone calls on her behalf and pull strings here and there, but they wouldn’t be much help in finding Taylor’s killers. She took out one of the small bottles of whisky from the mini-bar and poured it into a glass. When she finished that one, she poured another. There is someone I could call, she thought. Would he even help? It’d been years now. She swirled the Jack Daniels around. Yes, of course he would. That was a stupid question. It’s Matt, after all. He’d help even if he didn’t owe me one. And this is the sort of thing he knows better than anyone. She thought about what it would mean to call him after all this time. There was a reason it’d been so long. Was she sure this was a good idea? I need him, she finally decided. Their past would just have to be a separate issue, one that couldn’t interfere with what needed to be done. She wondered where he was these days, probably Iraq or Afghanistan. God, what if he’s married? How awkward would that conversation be? She doubted her chances of even reaching him, let alone that he’d be able to get away from whatever he was doing wherever he was in the world. But still, she had to try.
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