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“Like lost luggage?”
“Like a rogue agent who just might be tasked to kill someone very important.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Hypothetically.” She looked at him. “If I were telling you the truth, I’d be in big trouble.” She winked, and now he was totally confused. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a thin computer. “Okay, the Bryant League. Where were we?”
“You were trying to locate the identities of the two people seen with the suspected bomber. We thought they might be connected with the Bryant League, who had sent numerous threatening emails to the senator before the attack.”
“Right. Knox’s mystery men.” Her computer booted up, and she seemed to be pulling up the file.
“I have new information,” Tate said. “We had an attack at a fundraiser event a couple weeks ago, and we finally got ballistics back. The shells were from a M40A5. It’s a sniper rifle used by the Marines. I’m hoping you can cross reference any members of the Bryant League with military service—especially the Marines.”
“You came all the way here with that tiny piece of information?”
“You weren’t answering your phone.”
“Desperate, anyone?” She looked up at him. “The search is running. Does this have anything to do with a certain curvy blonde?”
He just stared at her.
“Ve have vays of making you talk.”
“Seriously?”
“Okay, well, actually, we do have ways?—”
“Fine. Yes. Okay. I’m working for Jackson on the agreement that I don’t date—or even flirt, I suppose—with Glo. Except that Glo and I shared this moment?—”
“Moment? A long, naughty moment?”
“No! Who are you? Akiss. We shared a kiss. Right before I got jumped by the Bratva in Vegas.”
Her smile dimmed. “You got jumped by theBratva? The Russian mob?”
“I told you I worked in Vegas, right? Well, the guy I worked for worked for them. And…when I turned him in to the FBI?—”
“You turned in a Bratva mob boss to the FBI? Have you lost your mind?”
“He killed a woman I cared for.”
Her mouth tightened. “You were always the one with the soft heart. I remember you sitting outside with the goats, feeding them one by one.”
“They beat her to death to get me to stay quiet.”
“I’m sorry, Tate.”
“Yeah, well, the important part of the story here is that they found me in Vegas, right after I kissed Glo. And she was nearly killed trying to save my life.”
RJ touched his arm. “You both okay?”
“Yes. For now, but…this thing between me and her…it won’t go away. But she seems to think she can save me if…I think…if she can get me to quit. At least I hope that’s what is going on, because she certainly has put the like on Sloan Anderson.”
“Sloan Anderson? She’s dating Sloan? Oh boy, the plot thickens?—”
“You know Sloan? How small is this town?”
“Smallish. But…I know Sloan because he used to work with us.”
