CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Eddie? Did you get me that information about North Korea?" asked Ece.

She walked around the hotel room, tossing her bags on the floor as she did. She hadn't bothered to let Moose know that she was coming, but then again, they most likely knew she was there. They seemed to know everything.

"I'm trying, Ece," said the sexy voice of her researcher. "Shit is crazy there right now, and no one wants to talk to the West."

"I get it, but my sources here are telling me that there are two assassins searching for Park's daughter. They don't think she's dead," said Ece carefully.

"I know, I know, I heard you the first time. The only thing I'm getting is that someone believes Wi-Kym Chuen has a living grandchild who could step into the role of president. His only known grandson was killed in the rebellion a few years back, but it doesn't mean that there aren't more out there."

Ece held her tongue, waiting for the informant to give her more information.

"Look, Ece, I'm trying here. Chuen's daughter was married to Park. We know that. If Park's daughter is still alive, then she's the next logical choice for the presidency. If she refuses, then she can appoint someone in her place or turn it over to the government council, or hell, even her husband if she's married. But she has to be found and has to step forward."

Ece stiffened, thinking about Moose potentially as the president of North Korea. It would never happen. The country wouldn't allow an American, especially an American Navy SEAL, to become their leader.

"If she's found, someone might want her dead. She'd be a fool to step forward, and so would any man with her."

"What about a video with instructions?" asked Eddie. "I mean, it's not in person, but it would be proof that she's alive, and she could assign someone from a distance, and maybe the assassins would leave her alone."

"Eddie, it's a good idea, but you and I both know they would never accept it. They'll demand that she appear before them."

"Then I'm not sure what to tell you. I'll keep trying to find out about these assassins, but word is they're not giving up."

"Why? I mean, Park is dead, so if he paid them, they're home free. If he didn't pay them, there's no one for them to collect their payment from."

"I don't know. Maybe Park only paid part of it, and there's another payment headed toward them when the job is done. Maybe an electronic payment of some sort or someone willing to send the money when it's done."

"An accomplice?" she whispered. "I can't think of anyone who would have wanted to help Park. No one liked him. He had no women on the side, at least none that anyone knew of. He'd already killed his wife years before. None of his potential cabinet is still living to talk."

"What about his aide?" asked Eddie.

"His aide?" repeated Ece. "Yeah. He had two or three of them. One was killed in the initial riots. I met one of his aides years ago. He was a really nice guy. Damn, what was his name? Joe, Jang, no. Jae-Hua. That's it. Jae-Hua Yoon. See what you can find out about him."

"Well, I've found something already. But it happened in China."

"What did you find?"

"A wedding between Jae-Hua Yoon and Sun-Jeo. Both Korean names, and she's expecting a baby. It was noted on their marriage certificate."

"What was her occupation?" asked Ece.

"Nurse. Damn, we found a connection. I'm going to bet that she was a nurse for the presidential medical team. She knows what happened to the former president."

"That's why they ran to China," said Ece. "They both know something that could have been damaging to Park. Hell, it still might be damaging to Park's legacy. I need to find them, Eddie."

"I'll see what I can do," he said to the woman. "Ece? If I do this, you owe me dinner. A romantic dinner with the two of us."

"Fine. Dinner. Just this one time," she said, nodding.

She ended the call, tossing the phone aside. Setting up her laptop, she immediately sent an e-mail to Major, copying Cam, Luke, Hex, and Eric. She knew he'd send it to them anyway, and she didn't want to be accused of going around them or attempting to hide anything.

She'd been disappointed when Major walked out on her in London, but it wasn't surprising. It had been his cardinal rule. Don't write about me, my teammates, or our organization. The story was too tempting, and her editor was demanding something great.

Sex with Major had been explosive. Ece liked it a little rough. Check that. She liked it a lot rough. Having been nearly raped in college, there was something about the violence that she needed, craved. She could never get Major to the point of gripping her throat or spanking her to the point of breaking the skin, but his cock was so big when she rode him she intentionally went all the way. Too far. It was always too far. She would be sore and bleed for days, but it reminded her that she was alive.

She was craving a bit of that pain now, needing a sexual release. Eddie had a thick, sexy voice, but she'd never met him in person. That actually worked for her. She could imagine him to look like anyone she wanted. Their relationship had been all business, and all that business had been conducted over the phone.

Pulling out one of her vibrators, she lay back on the bed, opening her legs wide. She turned the device on, sliding it between her thighs, then slamming it hard into her body.

"Harder, Eddie," she whispered. "Harder."

She could hear his husky, sexy voice, feel the slap of his hand on her flesh. In her mind, he would give her the release she wanted. But would he be willing to walk away when it was done?

Maybe one day they'd both find out.