Barefoot With a Bodyguard
“It had taken some research, a few trips to the Casa Blanca administrative offices to flirt with the pretty brunette in sales, and hours of combing through the Radio and TV Martí Web site for English transcripts. Now, he was ready.
Nailing an appointment with someone at the Miami-based broadcasting network was almost as difficult as slipping into Cuba itself; security was serious. But that wasn’t Gabe’s concern. He had an appointment, a bulletproof ID package, and a goal for his meeting. He just wasn’t sure he had the right person.
Amber Martinez was a low-level administrative assistant in the IT department of the news conglomerate, not a high-profile reporter who might have real information for him. But Gabe had worked hundreds of informants in his day, and he knew they lurked in the most unexpected places.
And he couldn’t go barging in demanding to meet her. This took finesse, and finesse was Gabe’s middle fucking name.
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