Infiltration. Janie Crouch
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Название: Infiltration

Автор: Janie Crouch

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика

Серия: Mills & Boon Intrigue

isbn: 9781474004961

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СКАЧАТЬ wall. He heard her indrawn breath, but steeled himself against any thought of her pain or fear.

      It was going to get much worse.

      Cameron kept his hand pressed against Sophia’s back, keeping her forced against the wall. Behind him he heard Fin and the other guys draw their weapons.

      He willed Sophia to keep quiet.

      Marco, a little shocked by Cameron’s aggressive behavior, stuttered, “I just found her inside. She said she was an artist and was taking pictures of the warehouse.”

      “Did you check to see if she was wearing a wire or anything?” Cameron demanded.

      Marco looked sheepish and shook his head. Cameron made a big show of running his hands all over Sophia’s body, as if looking for surveillance equipment. Behind him the guys made a couple of catcalls. Sophia shuddered.

      When his body search led to her hands, he could feel Sophia press some sort of card into his palm—he wasn’t sure what. He moved so he more clearly blocked her from Fin and the men’s view, and palmed whatever she had given him without looking at it. As he turned, he slipped it into the pocket of his jeans.

      “She’s clean,” Cameron said as he spun her around. Sophia attempted to straighten the clothes Cameron had lifted and moved during his search, her face burning.

      “Listen...” Sophia began.

      Cameron backhanded her.

      Oh, God. He pulled the slap as much as he could without making it obvious, but he knew it still had to hurt. Her head flew to the side. He watched as a bit of blood began to ooze from a split in her lip. Cameron thought he might vomit.

      But if she had said his name, they would both be dead, or at the very least his undercover work would be blown. He couldn’t take the chance.

      He stuck his finger in her face. “You shut the hell up unless I ask you a specific question, got it?”

      Cameron prayed as he had never prayed before that Sophia would keep quiet. He felt a bit of relief when she nodded slowly, staring at the ground.

      “Whoa, Cam. I didn’t think you had that in you.” Fin chuckled.

      Cameron smiled a little bit and rolled his shoulders as if he was getting rid of tension. “Yeah. Well, I hate cops. But it doesn’t look like she is one.”

      Cameron took Sophia’s digital camera and brought it over to Fin. Together they looked through the pictures. Cameron relaxed a little when they were all shots of the doorway of the warehouse.

      “What are you, a photographer?” Cameron asked her. He hoped she wouldn’t bring up the Bureau.

      “Yeah. A graphic artist.” The answer came out as little more than a whisper from Sophia. She was still looking at the ground.

      “What were you doing here?” Fin asked.

      “Taking pictures for a computer drawing I’m doing of old warehouses.”

      Cameron breathed another sigh of relief when she didn’t mention law enforcement. Good girl; smart thinking.

      Cameron walked back over to her. “Did you know we’d be here?”

      Sophia shook her head, staring at the ground. Cameron grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him—more theatrics for Fin and the guys’ benefit, but Sophia was paying the price. “You had no idea we were here?”

      “No,” Sophia spat out. “I thought all these buildings were abandoned. I just needed some pictures.” She was glaring at him, but Cameron could see the terror lurking just behind the anger.

      “Yeah, I’m all for woman’s lib, but I guess nobody would be stupid enough to send one tiny female with no backup or weapons to arrest all of us.” Cameron leered at her. “No offense, sweetheart.”

      “Marco, did you find any ID on her?” Fin asked.

      “Her purse was in her car, which was sitting out front. I moved the car inside the building just in case someone else drove by,” Marco informed them.

      Well, that answered the question about why Sophia’s car hadn’t been out front when Cameron had looked the second time.

      Marco brought the purse to Fin. Fin glanced inside the bag, evidently finding nothing of interest, pulled out her wallet and let the purse fall to the ground. Fin took her driver’s license out.

      “Sophia Reardon. Twenty-seven years old. Alexandria address.” Fin looked through the rest of her wallet. Cameron held his breath, knowing Sophia must have some sort of FBI identification, even if she wasn’t an agent. But Fin didn’t say anything, just dropped her wallet into the purse on the ground.

      Cameron thought of the card Sophia had slipped to him when he was searching her. Feigning as if he was looking around, Cameron slipped the card out of his pocket and glanced at it. Sure enough, Sophia’s FBI credentials.

      A smart and gutsy move on her part—one that had just saved her life. If Fin had seen FBI anywhere on her or in her possessions, they wouldn’t have cared if she was just a graphic artist and not an agent. As far as they were concerned, anybody employed by the Bureau was their enemy.

      Cameron caught Sophia’s eye. He patted his pocket and gave her a slight nod. He had no idea if she understood what he was communicating, but she had done a good job.

      Cameron walked over to Fin and leaned back against the SUV, knowing he had to play it casual. “So what do we do with her?”

      Fin didn’t answer immediately. That wasn’t encouraging.

      The hardest part of undercover work—especially in a situation like this—was figuring out how far you could take your bluff. Pull out of the game too soon and lose eight months of undercover work with only a couple of low-level arrests. But play the game too long and take a chance of somebody calling your bluff...

      Which in this case would end in Sophia’s death before Cameron could stop it.

      And this situation was all the more complicated due to this new damn Ghost Shell technology DS-13 had. If Cameron blew his cover now, Omega would be hard-pressed to acquire that technology before it went on the black market. That could result in the loss of thousands of lives.

      But Cameron wasn’t going to let Sophia die. Not here. Not today. He was leaning very casually against the SUV, but he had slipped the safety off on his weapon, although it remained concealed under his shirt.

      But just like Cameron, everyone here had a weapon. If this came down to a firefight, the odds were definitely not in his favor.

      “Let’s just let her go, Fin,” Marco said. “Smash the camera, break her phone, slash her tires so she can’t get anywhere. By the time she walks to the nearest phone, we’ll be long gone.”

      Cameron could’ve hugged the big lug. That was exactly the suggestion he had wanted to make, but couldn’t.

      Fin looked over at Cameron, but Cameron just shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him a bit what happened to Sophia.

      “No,” СКАЧАТЬ