Chapter 5. Plotting Plans

He picked up the phone and dialed the number on his screen, uncaring it was two in the morning.

A breathy whispered, “hello” echoed in his ear. He shifted in his bed uncomfortably. Her voice was incredible.

“Liesl?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Isaias Machado. I need to ask how you got the information you gave me earlier this evening.”

Her groan made him pull the phone away from his ear and almost rub his crotch. Her voice was the stuff straight out of a porn; soft, seductive, and sleepy.

“You mean last night? It’s two o’clock in the morning.”

“I’m aware of the time. You have sensitive information here. How did you come by it?” He admitted to being concerned about the legitimacy of how she obtained it.

She was quiet. “Does it matter?”

“It does.” He was going to use it either way, but he needed to know.

“My ex had a habit of working constantly. All the time, twenty-four seven. I admired his drive and determination and appreciated hi