Page 22 of Deadly Attraction
“I have to record my notes from Danika’s session,” came her reply.
That was it. The door to her office closed with a solidthunk.
The ranch was too spread out for him to watch every inch and she had no security system. If she wouldn’t leave, the best he could do was stick to that sexy little ass of hers like glue.
Travesty, that.
Maybe if he became her shadow, didn’t give her a minute’s peace, he could convince her to go to the safe house. Drive her crazy and make her give in.
He could drive anyone crazy. His mother always said it was a gift. She hadn’t meant it in a good way.
Grinning for the first time in a long time, he climbed the stairs after Emma, the dogs on his heels. By the time he was done with the psychologist, she’d beg him to take her to the safe house.
The moment he swung through her office door, not bothering to knock, the grin fell off his face.
She stood immobile, eyes locked on her landline phone on the desk. The M&Ms had been dropped, the candies scattered at Emma’s feet.
A woman’s voice filled the air.“While the world sleeps, Dr. Collins, Destiny plans. You will not take Tom from me again.”
Mitch strode to the desk and mouthed, “Who is that?”
She punched a button on the phone to mute their end. Her voice was low as she answered. “Who do you think?”
“Linda Brown?” At her nod, he grabbed her hand. “Threatening you?”
Her focus stayed on the phone. “In her own way.”
“What does that mean?”
“In your terms, it means she’s crazy.”
A smile. Was she making a joke?
The woman was still talking in the background. “How did she get this number?” he asked.
“Good question.” Her gaze came up to his. “It’s unlisted.”
He cocked his chin at the phone. “Let me talk to her.”
“Reporters have the number, too. I have six messages from various media outlets wanting my comment.”
“So someone got the number and shared it.”
She nodded and unmuted the phone.
Mitch interrupted Linda’s diatribe. “Linda Brown, this is Special Agent Mitch Holden. Why don’t you stop with the Monahan Chronicles verbiage and tell me where you’re hiding Chris Goodsman?”
The woman hesitated for a second, then her voice filled the room again, rising with her words.
“‘And the cyborgs will come to destroy Him, but The Chosen One will be protected by the Resistance, carrying fire in their hands. Fire will consume them, and He will rise from the ashes of their destruction.’ While the world sleeps, Dr. Collins, destiny plans. You will not take Tom from me again. I know who you are underneath your human skin. I know you’re the leader of the cyborgs. You will not succeed. I will stop you.”
The call ended, a dial tone taking over and Linda’s voice echoing in the office.
“I’d say that constitutes a threat,” Mitch said, picking up the handset and slamming it down for good measure.
Emma pulled her hand from his, bending down to scoop up the scattered M&Ms. Both dogs whined and nudged Emma’s legs, her hands. Dumping her collection of the candies in the trash, she brushed her hands together, then petted their heads and leaned on the edge of the desk. “It’s not credible. She’s bluffing. She won’t come after me unless I get in her way. She’s all talk.”
“She ran that transport off the road and killed the driver.”
