Split Decision

Split Decision A Kira Brightwell Novel Jacquelyn Smith WaywardScribe Press For Brent, Tina, Lauren, and Lynne. Thank you for always making me feel like a welcome member of the Irwin clan. It means more than I can say. And as always, for Mark. It was a bit of a challenge at first, but thank you for pushing me into uncharted waters and helping to keep me afloat. Without you, there would be no Kira Brightwell. Split Decision: A Kira Brightwell Novel Copyright © 2020 Jacquelyn Smith Published by WaywardScribe Press First published in September, 2015 under the pen name Kat Irwin Cover and layout copyright © Jacquelyn Smith Cover design by Jacquelyn Smith/WaywardScribe Press Cover art copyright © Arenacreative, Raman Maisei, Sakon Singsuwan/Dreamstime This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author. Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 About the Author 1 A man sat alone in a large, well-appointed room. Rare books surrounded him on carved, wooden bookcases lining the walls. His broad frame filled the leather chair he was lounging in as he sipped a glass of red wine, admiring the view that lay beyond his domain. His home was nestled in a quiet, upscale cul-de-sac on the southeastern edge of the growing California town of La Valentia. In the distance, immaculate lawns and towering palm trees gave way to the barren, red rock of Valentia Canyon Park. The melancholy strains of Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’ drifted in the background, soothing him. He needed to be soothed. For all the luxury that surrounded him, he was still a prisoner. He had come to this place to escape his past, but it had managed to follow him, like a foul stench he thought he had left behind. He resisted the urge to leap to his feet and pace the sun-warmed, wooden floor in frustration. A leather-bound journal lay open on his rolltop desk just a few feet away, filled with photos and newspaper clippings. All the images were etched in his memory by now, but the journal’s presence comforted him. It was a tangible promise of things to come—the final reward for his long patience. His thoughts drifted, creating tantalizing fantasies... He had no doubt the prize would be worth the cost. His phone rang, jarring him from his daydream. Ordinarily, he would have cursed whoever had interrupted him, but the pulsing ringtone was one that he had assigned to one caller only—the one man he trusted to help him achieve his goal. He fished his phone from his pocket to answer, his heart beating faster than normal. “Yes?” he said without preamble. “The wheels are in motion,” a familiar male voice said in a smooth tenor. The man ran a nervous hand through his thinning, brown hair. “Are you certain?” “It’s taken some time to arrange, but yes. Everything is in place. It’s best if you don’t know the details.” “Agreed,” the man said. “And you’re sure nothing about your plan will lead back to me?” The affronted silence on the other end of the line was palpable. “You know my track record. You will not be implicated.” The man cleared his throat, searching for words to smooth over the awkward moment. The caller was not a man to be trifled with. “My apologies. When will the package arrive?” “Do you have any business you need to attend to that would take you out of the city? Something out-of-state would be even better.” The man hesitated, forcing his scattered thoughts to focus. “I—yes. I believe I can come up with something suitable.” “Good. Make sure you are accompanied by someone at all times.” “I understand.” The man’s lips twitched. At least the trip wouldn’t be a lonely one, although it likely wouldn’t involve the type of company he preferred. “When should I leave?” “Tomorrow.” The man gripped the arm of the chair, wondering whether he had heard incorrectly. He had waited so long, and now everything was happening so fast... “Are you still there?” the voice asked with a hint of impatience. “Yes. Tomorrow. I’ll be ready. I’ll set something up tonight and head out first thing.” “I will contact you when it’s safe to return and make arrangements for delivery.” The voice became disconcertingly silky. “I trust my payment will be ready when I arrive.” “Yes,” the man rushed to reply. “Yes, of course!” “Good. I’ll be in touch.” The line went silent as the caller hung up. The man ended the call, staring down at his phone in numb disbelief, wondering whether he had imagined the entire conversation. He scrolled to his call history with a few flicks of his finger. Sure enough, the familiar number was there. He had never dared call it. His instructions on that count had been clear. He also suspected if he bothered to try to track the number, it would only lead him to a random, prepaid phone—bought with cash, no doubt. As mysterious as it seemed, he knew it was better that way. These privacy measures would protect him as well. The reality of the situation began to sink in. It’s finally happening. All his patience was about to pay off. In a few short days, he would no longer need the pictures and musings in his journal. To him, that was worth any price. There were so many things to plan before he left, both for his trip, and his