"What the h.e.l.l have we walked into?" Madrid muttered.

"A nightmare," Jess whispered.

He swept the beam around the large cell. A dozen bunk beds with paper-thin mattresses lined the far wall, four high and three across. A rusty sink and commode stood in the corner. Against the opposite wall a dozen more shackles and chains hung like macabre decorations.

"This is where the photo was taken," he said.

Jess jerked her attention to Madrid. "How do you know?"

"The sink is the same. See the rust stain?"

Jess had thought there was something familiar about the room. She hadn't been able to pinpoint what it was until he mentioned the sink. "You're right. But if this is the same place, where are the women?"

"This might explain some of it."

She looked over to see Madrid kneel. Her stomach heaved when the flashlight beam illuminated a shiny black stain on the floor, the size of a dinner plate. Even though the lighting was bad, Jess knew immediately it was blood.

"My G.o.d." She pressed a shaking hand to her stomach. "What is happening here?"

"Whatever it is, it's barbaric." Fury shone in his eyes when he rose. "And illegal as h.e.l.l. I want photos of everything, including the stain on the floor. Hurry. We've only got a few minutes."

"Okay." She pulled the disposable camera from the duffel and snapped photos while he held the beam steady.

"The wall. Quickly," he said. "We don't have much time."

She jerked the camera to the wall, snapped half a dozen shots. She took a few more of the sink and commode. The bunks. The chains...

"These photos aren't definitive proof, but it will be enough to get an official investigation started."

"I thought Angela was already investigating."

"She was." He took the camera and dropped it back into the bag. "A lot of the stuff the MIDNIGHT Agency does is unofficial."

"What's the point?"

"The point is that sometimes things aren't as blac and white as they seem."

Jess wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that. The blood on the floor seemed about as black and white as anything she'd ever seen in her life. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying there's probably more going on here than you or I know about."

"Like what?"

"Hard to say. Something international. Corruption on some level." He motioned toward the stain on the floor without looking at it. "One thing I can say for sure is that Angela would never let something so barbaric continue."

"Maybe that's why someone saw fit to stop her."

He scrubbed a hand over his face. "Yeah."

"Like who?"

"Someone with a lot at stake."

"Well, that certainly narrows it down." She spread her arms to encompa.s.s the terrible room. "Madrid, where does that leave us?"

His eyes drilled into hers. Within the depth of his gaze, she saw determination and tenacity and the strength of character to do the right thing no matter how difficult.

Or dangerous.

"Since I'm no longer with the agency, that leaves us with the freedom to do the right thing." He paused. "Even if it means crossing lines."

Jess wanted to ask him which lines he was talking about, but they were interrupted by the slam of a steel door. Madrid quickly clicked off the flashlight, total darkness crashing over them. Even with her heart hammering hard against her breast, Jess heard the pound of boots.

"Someone's coming this way," she whispered.

"More than one person." Taking her by the shoulders, he shoved her into the corridor. "Time to move. Fast."

He didn't give her time to think about it. His hand latched on to hers with the force of a vise grip. The next thing she knew she was being pulled forcefully down the corridor. They were midway to the hatch when overhead lights flashed on.

Horror whipped through her. A terrible sense of being exposed. Of danger. Vaguely she was aware of Madrid cursing under his breath. Of male voices shouting behind her. Heavy footsteps pounding steel. The sound of bullets being chambered.

"You, there! Halt! Now, or I'll fire!"

"Run!" came Madrid's voice.

He hit the hatch with both hands, but the steel didn't budge. "Help me crank this," he hissed.

Jess grabbed the wheel and spun it as hard as she could. But their efforts were in vain. She looked past Madrid to see three men rushing toward them, rifles thrust forward.

"Get your hands up and turn around slowly!"

Her hands shot into the air. Beside her, Madrid sighed. For an instant she feared he was going to do something crazy. Instead, he raised his hands and slowly turned. "Where the h.e.l.l have you been?" he snapped.

A tall man with long blond hair pulled into a ponytail sneered. "Who the h.e.l.l are you and what are you doing here?"

Madrid frowned at the man as if he were dense. "I'm here to pick up my shipment, and so far all I've done is waste my time. Where the h.e.l.l are the women?"

The three men exchanged looks.

The blond man lowered his rifle and stepped closer. Jess cringed when his pale blue eyes swept down the front of her, then to Madrid. "I asked you your name."

"David Collins," Madrid lied smoothly. "We've been waiting for an hour. Someone was supposed to meet us on deck, but no one showed."

Pale blue eyes landed on Jess. "Your name."

"T-Trish C-Cooper." She hoped her neighbor back in Phoenix didn't mind her using her name.

"This is a secure area. Off-limits to you."

Madrid made a sound of frustration. "Look, all I want is what I paid-"

Too quick for the eye to follow, the blond man spun the rifle and rammed the b.u.t.t into Madrid's solar plexus. Air whooshed from his lungs and his knees buckled, hitting the floor with a thud.

Jess screamed, but before she could move the rifle came down a second time on the back of Madrid's neck with bone-crushing force. He reeled forward, would have gone down completely, but he broke his fall with his hands.

Jess knelt at his side. "My G.o.d, are you all right?"

When Madrid managed only a croak, she glared at the blond man. "Why did you do that?"

"I have no tolerance for liars," said the man.

Taking her lead from Madrid's earlier statements, Jess elaborated. "We were asked to come here. Something about a shipment. I don't know what kind of shipment and I don't care." She motioned toward Madrid. "We do not deserve this kind of treatment."

The blonde's lip curled. "I don't believe them."

The other two men exchanged looks.

Madrid raised his head. "Maybe you ought to check with your boss, Einstein," he said between gritted teeth. "While you're at it, tell him you're beating the h.e.l.l out of his best customer."

The men shuffled their feet. The rifles were lowered, but only marginally. "Maybe we ought to call this in," said a muscle-bound man in a cheap blue suit.

Never taking his eyes from Madrid and Jess, the blond man worked a cell phone from his jacket pocket and punched in numbers.

Jess couldn't believe this was happening. They'd been so close to getting out. Next to her, Madrid was still on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. That was when she spotted the bulge of the pistol at the small of his back. Her heart banged like a jackhammer against her ribs. Even though they were outnumbered, she wondered if he had a plan. If he was buying time. If he was going to do something nuts...

While the blonde spoke into the phone, the third man motioned toward Madrid with his rifle. "Search him."

The man in the blue suit stepped forward. Setting his boot against Madrid's back, he leaned forward and yanked the pistol from his waistband. "My, my, my, what do we have here?"

"Protection against thugs like you," Jess said. But in the back of her mind she was wondering what was going to happen when they found the duffel with the camera and other incriminating items inside. Last time she'd seen it, the bag had been tied to Madrid's belt. A covert glance told her it was no longer there. Where was it? Had he ditched it when he realized they weren't going to get away?

"I'll cuff him," the third man said to the man in the blue suit. Then he looked at Jess. "Search her."

Another wave of dread swamped her. Jess knew once Madrid was bound there would be no escaping whatever these monsters had planned.

The man in the blue suit leered at Jess, his grin revealing stained teeth. "That'll be my pleasure."

Jess gasped when he gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet. "Put your hands up and spread those pretty legs of yours," he said in a gruff voice.

Next to her, Madrid straightened just as the third man reached into his pocket. Jess spotted nylon restraints and her heart went wild in her chest.

"Cuff him." The man in the blue suit licked his lips, his eyes flicking to Jess. "Then we'll have us some fun."

His eyes were alight with some dark antic.i.p.ation she did not want to think about. Dread rose in her chest when she realized both she and Madrid would soon be at their mercy.

"I said put your hands up," the man in the blue suit ordered. "Now."

Feeling trapped and vulnerable, Jess looked around. But there was no one to come to their rescue. Even if Madrid managed to avoid the cuffs and get to his feet, they were outmanned and outgunned.

There was no escape.

Heart pounding, she raised her hands to shoulder height. "I'm unarmed. You don't need to search me." She tried to make her voice sound strong, but her throat was so tight she managed little more than a whisper.

The man in the blue suit put down Madrid's pistol and stepped toward her. "I think I'll just check for myself. You look like a woman who's got lots of hiding places."

Jess could tell by the glint in his eyes that once he put his hands on her he wasn't going to stop with a simple search.

In her peripheral vision she saw Madrid holding his stomach and struggling to his feet. The third man stood behind him, ready to snap the cuffs into place. But Jess could plainly see that both men's attention was on her. Running his tongue over his lips, he slowly patted her down. The outside of her thighs. Her calves. Then he began working his way back up.

The man's hands paused just below her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Jess forced herself to make eye contact. "Don't," she said.

The man's eyes glinted like a rat's. "Who's going to stop me?"

Madrid moved so fast and unexpectedly that Jess didn't have time to get out of the way. The man in the blue suit brought up his rifle, but he wasn't fast enough. Madrid thrust his arm forward and she heard a loud crack. The other man went rigid and an instant later collapsed, his body convulsing.

Jess didn't know what was happening. The only information her brain processed was that Madrid had some kind of weapon that was quickly evening the odds. The blond man dropped the phone and grabbed for his rifle, but Madrid kicked the barrel. An errant gunshot exploded as Madrid tagged the blonde. Electric current snapped through the air hitting the blond man and knocking him to the floor.

Jess spun to the other man, but she wasn't fast enough. He dived at her and wrapped his left arm around her while going for the pistol with his right hand.

"Madrid!" she screamed. "Gun!"

The force of his body slamming into hers knocked her off her feet. As she fell, all Jess could think about was getting to the gun, keeping him from shooting Madrid. She twisted in midair. In her peripheral vision she spotted Madrid rushing toward them. She glimpsed his furious dark eyes, his lips pulled back into a snarl.

The gun came up, leveled on Madrid.

Oh, dear G.o.d, no!

Acting on impulse, she thrust the heel of her hand at the pistol. The barrel shifted and the gun exploded inches from her ear, deafening her. As if in slow motion Madrid aimed his palm-size weapon at the man. Another loud crack rent the air. The man's body went rigid, an animalistic sound tearing from his throat.

The next thing Jess knew she was lying on the floor, trying to catch her breath. Her ears were ringing, her body felt as if it had been run over by a tank and she couldn't stop shaking.

"Easy." Strong arms pulled her to her feet. "Didn't mean to hit you with that."

Madrid, she thought dazedly, and reached for him. "What happened?"

Setting his hand against her cheek, he ducked his head and met her gaze. "You got your feet under you?"

Jess hadn't quite decided, but she nodded. "What is that in your hand?"

He brandished the small object. "Mini stun gun."

The weapon was the size of a garage door opener. Judging from the three men laid out on the floor, it packed a h.e.l.l of a lot more punch. "You hit me with it?"

"Current went through the goon and into you." He rubbed his thumb against her cheek. "I'm sorry about that."

If she hadn't been so shaken, so terrified, Jess might have been angry; she might even have laughed. At the moment all she wanted to do was get out of there.

"Where on earth did you get it?" she asked.