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Jacara stood there and watched as CeCe walked away with Michelle. She started to go back to her hotel, pack her things and head back to Vegas. But she wasn’t going to leave the island without at least seeing Mike Black.

CHAPTER TEN

Vienna, Austria

It was Friday night in Vienna. Monika Wynn dressed entirely in black, sat in her perch watching and waiting for her opportunity to move. She had been in Vienna for two weeks, taking in the sights and stalking her prey. Art and culture have a long tradition in Vienna, including theater, opera, classical music and fine arts. Although she was there on business, Monika was determined to take in as much as she could. She visited The Hofburg and viewed the imperial jewels of the Habsburg dynasty and The Sisi Museum devoted to Empress Elisabeth Amalie Eugenie of Austria. Directly opposite the Hofburg was the Kunsthistorisches Museum, which housed many paintings by old masters along with ancient and classical artifacts.

She always wanted to try Wiener Schnitzel, a cutlet of veal that is pounded flat, coated in flour, egg and breadcrumbs, and fried in clarified butter. It was available in almost every restaurant that served Viennese cuisine. Monika also tried Tafelspitz, very lean boiled beef, which is traditionally served with Geröstete Erdäpfel, which was boiled potatoes mashed and horseradish sauce.

While she was there Monika went to the opera, mainly because it was there, she had never been to one and she had absolutely nothing to do that night. Classical concerts are performed featuring popular highlights of Viennese music, particularly the works of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Johann Strauss.

Monika thoroughly enjoyed her stay in Vienna, but now it was time to get back to work. Armed with more than enough C-4 to get the job done and an SIG 556 autoloading rifle, which fired 223 caliber shells from its 30-shot detachable box magazine.

It was one of her favorite weapons because it had a flip-up front combat sight, which was adjustable for windage and elevation and it weighed less than seven pounds. She hoped she wouldn’t have to use it. If everything went as planned, Monika would only need to fire a maximum of four shots from her Beretta 92F 9-millimeter pistol. If she had to break out the SIG then something went terribly wrong with her plan.

It was eleven fifteen when two men came out of the house and walked by the car. When they were out of sight, Monika made her move. She jumped down from the tree she’d been watching from and made her to way to the wall. Once Monika had made it over the wall, she hit the dirt and watched until the two men came back around. After they passed and went back inside, she got up and moved toward the car. As quickly as she could, she attached C-4 to the gas tank, along with a remote detonator and returned to her perch.

It would be another hour before they came back out to check the grounds. Monika took out her binoculars and watched the house. He was still in his study, sitting at his desk and she hoped he would stay there. When the two men came out, Monika took out the detonator and watched as the men approached the car. When they were close enough to it, she triggered the device and the car exploded. The force of the blast took out the two men instantly. Monika picked up her binoculars and looked in the study. “Right where I need them to be,” she said and jumped down from the tree.

Once she hit the ground she looked at her watch, and set the timer. Earlier in the week, she had tested police response time by calling and saying that a car was on fire. The fire department arrived in four minutes and thirty seconds; the police arrived two minutes later.

Monika rappelled the wall, made her way to the house and entered through the back door. As she expected, the ground floor was empty. She moved carefully toward the steps and went up to the second level. Monika could hear them talking as she approached the study.

Both men were startled when Monika entered the room with her Beretta raised. She fired two shots and two bodies dropped. She walked up and fired two more shots, one each to the chest, before moving to the safe. Monika applied a light dusting of powder to the keypad to see which numbers had been pushed to open the safe. “Three, six, seven, nine,” she said and quickly attached a device to the keypad on the safe and programmed it to cycle through combinations using those numbers to open the safe.

Monika went to the window and looked out at the burning car. She could hear the sound of sirens in the background. She went back to the safe. It only had one number, a six, and she was running out of time. “Come on, hurry up.”

The timer read four minutes and the sound of the sirens was getting louder. Even though she had a plan to get out safely, Monika didn’t want to have to shoot her way out of there, but she was ready if she had to. She went back to the window in time to see the fire trucks arrive. They quickly went to work on the burning car as two police cars pulled up. She checked her timer. Right on time. Monika went back to the safe.

Just as she got there, the last number appeared on the screen and she opened the safe. Monika made digital photographs of all the documents and transmitted them to Travis. On her way out, she closed the safe, and removed her device. Then, Monika wiped the powder off of the keyboard, picked up her shells and went back to the window. Two more police cars had arrived and two officers were approaching the house. Monika went down the steps and quietly moved to the window by the front door. When the doorbell rang, Monika took out her detonator and pushed the trigger.

Another car parked outside of the compound blew up. When the police ran away from the door and moved toward the second burning vehicle, Monika ran out the back door and returned to her hotel.

Early that next morning, Monika was on the first flight to New York. She then caught a flight to Miami and then to her final destination; Nassau. When Monika arrived in Nassau, Black had a car waiting to bring her to his house. CeCe opened the door when she got there.

“Hey, Monika. Come on in.”

“How you doing Cee?” Monika asked.

“Let’s see, my ankles are swollen, I have a pain in my chest where the baby is pushing against my ribs with his foot, and I gotta go to the bathroom every 45 minutes. The doctor says the baby is resting right on top of my bladder. But at least I’m not vomiting every day, all day any more. Just when Mike is around.”

“You still can’t stand the smell of him?” Monika asked as CeCe showed her in.

“If he gets too close—my stomach turns. I’ll tell you one thing, Monika, I ain’t never doing this to my body ever again,” CeCe said.

Monika had become a frequent visitor to the Yellow Rose. When she first started coming to the house, CeCe didn’t like her spending so much time with Black until Monika was able to assuage her fears.

“I wanna make sure that you know that there is nothing going on between me and Black and there never will be,” Monika told CeCe on one of her visits. “As much as we joke and kid around, I understand that you don’t shit where you eat.” From that day, Monika was a welcomed visitor.

“Have a seat and I’ll get Mike. Can I get you anything?” CeCe asked as she walked away.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she replied and made herself comfortable in the living room.

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CeCe went upstairs and went to their bedroom. “Monika is downstairs, Mike.”

“All right.”

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