Noble Intentions: Season Two (Episodes 6-10) Read Online Free Page B

unusual, probably traffic. Then one of the car doors opened and slammed shut. Jack sat up and looked at his watch. Barely seven am. He looked around. They were in a parking lot. In front of the car and off in the distance were two basketball courts. Behind them were four tennis courts. To his left was a baseball field. He turned in his seat and saw a brick building
    “Where the hell are we?”
    Shipley opened his door and stepped out. The only remaining person in the car was the driver.
    Jack reached forward and grabbed the man by his shoulder. The driver leaned forward and shrugged out of Jack’s grasp.
    “You can get out of the car now,” the driver said.
    Jack took another quick glance around. The sun was high enough in the sky that the park posed only a limited risk of agents lurking in the shadows. He placed his hand on the door handle and pushed the door open. Got out of the car and walked around back to where Coppa and Shipley were standing. He glanced across the parking lot. On the other side of the road was a line of houses. He figured they were somewhere residential outside the city.
    “Where are we?”
    “Walk with us,” Coppa said.
    Shipley touched Jack’s elbow.
    Jack pulled away and started walking. Jack and his two escorts passed the building and the ground under them transitioned from parking lot to a paved walkway that cut through the park. A few people walked in pairs and walked their dogs along the network of pavement throughout the park. They passed through a grouping of trees and then headed toward a football field with a track circling it. On one side of the field was a single four row aluminum frame bleacher. On the top row, a lone man sat facing the field. His back was turned to the approaching men. He wore a dark overcoat and held a cup of coffee in his right hand. There appeared to be a second cup of coffee on the bench to his left.
    Coppla and Shipley stopped. Shipley pointed at the man sitting atop the bleachers.
    Jack kept walking. He approached the bleachers from the side, entering the man’s peripheral vision slowly and cautiously. Out here, in this environment with no weapon of his own, he was a sitting duck. Best to take his time and avoid surprising the man.
    The man turned his head and Jack instantly recognized him as Frank. His short, dark hair was neatly groomed. Same as it was eight years ago when they were partners. His face had aged some and there were slight lines etched into his forehead. But his face remained strong and cut with muscular jaws.
    “Glad to see you, Jack.”
    “Frank. Wish I could say the same.” Jack climbed the bleachers and sat to Frank’s left. “Where are we?”
    “Newark. West Side Park.”
    “This where you’re based now?”
    “No.” Frank took a sip of coffee and motioned to the steaming cup in between him and Jack. “I figured if you didn’t like what I had to say, then it was best you didn’t know where our new office is.”
    “What is it you have to say?”
    Frank nodded toward two middle aged women wearing oversized red and blue coats and spandex pants. The woman were walking moderately fast along the brown track circling the field. After they passed, Frank spoke.
    “Alik was going to come work for me. He’s been providing intel for some time and I thought… Hell, you know the score I’m sure. Anyways, there’s a cell, probably more than a cell, that we’ve identified. Near here, Jack.” He waved his hand in the air for emphasis.
    Jack said nothing. His eyes focused on the two women who were now a quarter of the way around the track.
    Frank continued. “From the intelligence we’ve gathered and had shared with us, the group is Russian. Possibly with ties to your friend, Ivanov.” He glanced sideways and made eye contact with Jack. “We’re not sure what they are planning, but we’ve gotten word that a set of highly classified documents were intercepted and fell into a certain old man’s hands.”
    Jack shrugged. Said