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“She’s actually an attractive business woman who needs to get her head together, so she can get back to work. She’s one helluva journalist. I’ve read some of her articles. Why? You interested, you dog?”
Kruze shook his head, then enunciated clearly, “No.”Yes.“Just wondered.” He couldn’t help but ask, “What time is this get together?”
“Seven, tomorrow night.” Wayne sounded hopeful.
Lifting his chin off the floor, Kruze stared at his reflection in the mirror across from him. The guy looking back wondered what the odds were of that kidnapped victim being Brianna Banks. If not, no harm, no foul. He could talk about—something or other. He’d have to give that some serious thought. But if it were Bree, and if Berfendewas on her trail, she definitely needed protection, maybe someone to hold her if she fell apart and started shivering and…
What the hell.“I’ll be there,” Kruze said with a tone of resignation, so Wayne didn’t get it in his head that he’d ever do this kind of shit again.
“Meet me for dinner beforehand?” Wayne asked, his tone a lot cheerier now that he’d gotten his way. Who was the dog now?
“Sorry, I really do have an assignment I need to prepare for. I can only give you two hours tomorrow night, tops, and I won’t be able to stay afterwards. Make sure your people understand. Two hours, Torpedo. Not a second more.”
“Great. Understood.” Wayne gave Kruze the address where the group therapy session was meeting, and he hoped—God, how he hoped—that kidnap victim wasn’t Bree.
But if it was? Kee-rist, it’d be good to see her again.
