Page 92 of Security Breach

“He really is trying to protect me.” Emma eased away and grabbed two mugs from a cabinet. She poured coffee into both and handed one each to David and Jon. No one mentioned her trembling hands.

“That’s what he says. At the moment, he’s more of a hindrance than a help.”

“Why?”

He looked at Jon. “Tell her.”

“Grisham shows up frequently when Wells is working a case. The fact that Wells is here could lure Grisham to the area if he hasn’t arrived already.”

Emma sat in her chair abruptly. “You think he’s still hunting me despite the fact he plans to testify against the members of the Hunt Club?”

David crouched at her side and took her hand in his. “Look at me, Em.” When she did, he her gaze. “I will not let him near you.”

“But you believe he won’t give up.”

“Do you?” After all she’d been through, Emma knew how determined the Hunt Club members were to eliminate her. She had the power to bring down their whole organization, especially now that she remembered the night she was attacked in Seagull and could testify in court.

She sighed. “No. Grisham is obsessed with completing his horrible mission. Why isn’t he in jail where he can’t harm me or anyone else?”

“If Jordan arrests him and his partner now, the other Hunt Club members and the mastermind will know they’ve been compromised. They’ll go to ground and resurface later when we aren’t expecting them.” Although he understood, David still didn’t like it.

Emma linked their fingers. “Let’s identify and find the rest of these people. The sooner we identify them, the better. Somewhere, these teams are hunting their next victims, whether it’s me or other innocents.” She squared her shoulders. “It’s time the hunters became the hunted.”

David pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, proud of her strength and resolve.

Jon’s lips curved. “Good girl.” He looked at David. “You heard the lady. Let’s get to work.”

Right. Nothing like being called to task by the woman he loved. When Jon sat next to Emma, David stood. “I need to call Whitehead.” He kissed Emma’s forehead. “I won’t be long.” He looked at Jon, who acknowledged his silent order to watch over Emma with a slight nod.

In the office, David sat behind the desk and made the call.

After two rings, a deep masculine voice said, “Whitehead.”

“This is David Montgomery. I’m sorry to call so late, sir.”

A slight pause, then, “I’m always glad to hear from you, son. It’s been a while. Your brothers are doing well?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t imagine you called just to shoot the breeze with a friend’s old man. What can I do for you?”

“I need two favors.”

“Shoot.”

“I need a list of agents you trust without a doubt.”

“You’re in trouble?”

“Not me, sir. The woman I love is.”

“What’s going on?”

He explained, ending with, “I know I’m asking a lot, but if this plan is going to work, the FBI has to be involved. I need agents who can’t be bought.”

“And you don’t trust Craig Jordan.”

“Do you blame me?”

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