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“Ross.”

“I don’t understand. What does Ross mean?”

The director looked over his shoulder at the one-way mirror. He thought it meant something for his case.

“My last name is Ross, not Stewart.” When he looked like he was going to say something, I continued. “My husband is Antonio Ross.”

The director sprang from his chair and headed toward the door, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket on the way. Antonio would be with me soon.

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Antonio

I gripped the wheel of the Range Rover while I swerved through traffic. My eyes never left the road, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I had a mental picture of my wife in an interrogation room. What the hell did she do to get arrested by the FBI? It had to be something big if the director was involved. Kat was strong. She wouldn’t take crap from him.

Ten minutes later, we pulled into the Miami FBI building. “I can’t believe my wife is being detained.”

Asher raised his eyebrow. “You found your wife dragging a dead body across the lawn the other night. And you can’t believe she’s being detained by the FBI?”

I didn’t respond to Asher right away. I headed toward the glass doors. “Let’s find the director and break Kat out of here.”

“Hopefully, we can break her out. We still don’t know why she’s here.”

A million different scenarios ran through my head. In one, she had killed someone and gotten caught in the act. I swung the heavy bulletproof glass doors open and was hit with a cold blast of air. With a quick glance around the lobby, I spotted the receptionist desk. “I’m here to see Director Westblack.”

“I’m sorry, sir. The director is not here. He works out of the DC office.”

I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and redialed Westblack’s number. He answered on the second ring. “I’m down in reception. According to them, you don’t work here. If you don’t work here, why do you have my wife?”

The phone clicked off on the other end. The director didn’t respond to my question. The receptionist's phone rang immediately. Her face paled when she answered it, and her only words were “Yes, sir.”

“He’s on his way down,” the receptionist whispered. I didn’t care if he yelled at her. They had my wife.

Five minutes later, I saw Westblack exiting the elevator. “Where is she?”

Asher rested his hand on my shoulder. “You need to cool it, man.”

I took a deep breath.

Westblack motioned for us to enter the elevator. He didn’t say anything until the door closed. “Let’s head to my office and talk, and then you can see your wife. I want to know why she was at my op location today.”

There was no way I was going to be kept away from my wife any longer. “Not going to happen. I want to see Kat now.”

“You are a pain in my ass. We’ll grab her on the way to my office.”

The second Westblack unlocked the interrogation door with his code, I swung the door open. Kat’s eyes landed on me, and she bolted from the chair. Our arms wrapped around each other. It felt good to have her in my arms. I grabbed her and led her out of the room.

The director didn’t look amused. “If you two are done, I want answers.”

A couple minutes later, Asher, Kat, and I were seated at the conference table in the director's office. He got straight to the point. “Now, tell me what you were doing in Nebula’s bunker.”

Fuck.Kat had gone to a radical’s bunker without backup. I was going to tan her hide when we got home. We still didn’t know if Nebula’s other men came back to that area even though we had kept up satellite surveillance of the area around the bunker. But it seemed that since we’d left Kat out of the investigation, she just put herself in more danger.

Kat looked at the glass of water that sat in front of her. Then she looked at the one-way mirror. Then she looked back at the table. She looked everywhere but at me. No, she wasn’t going to get away without explaining herself, and at the moment, I didn’t care what the director heard. She had better have a good reason for why she went to that bunker.

“Kat, how did you know about that bunker?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

Kat held up her hands in defense. “You were keeping me out of the investigation. I want him dead, and I’m sick of waiting. The other day, I bugged your jacket and listened to your conversations.”

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