Parallel Lies. Kate Donovan

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      She struggled with her memory. Or rather, the lack of it. And despite all the training she had received from her father, she began to slowly, quietly, panic. “I don’t remember. Uncle Theo? What does it mean? I don’t remember!”

      “Settle down,” Zack murmured. “It might not mean anything. Just take a deep breath.”

      For the first time, and only in the slightest of ways, he reminded her of her father, and she responded by breathing deeply, in and out, until her nerves had steadied. Then she forced herself to look straight into his green eyes. “What does it mean?”

      Zack cleared his throat. “Did your father ever talk to you about DT3?”

      The panic bubbled back up her spinal cord and into her brain. Not because she had heard of DT3—she hadn’t. But it sounded so ominous. “It doesn’t ring a bell. What is it?”

      “A drug. An experimental one that was being developed here at Perimeter—Damn it.” He turned toward the phone, which had begun to ring. “Give me a minute.”

      Punching the speaker button, he demanded, “Who is it?”

      “Zack? Hey, man. It’s me. Connor. Did you want something?”

      “Where the hell were you? Don’t you work for a living?”

      “Lighten up,” Connor advised with a laugh. “I’m here now. What’s up?”

      Zack glanced toward Sabrina, then murmured, “I need some information about one of Sully’s daughters.”

      “Which one? The warrior? Or the con artist?”

      Zack winced. “The younger one. Shelby. I heard she’s got a new boyfriend.”

      “She gets a new boyfriend every week,” Connor told him, laughing again. “She’s got a big heart, if you know what I mean.”

      “I’m on the speaker phone. The other daughter’s here with me.”

      “Shit.” Connor cleared his throat audibly. “Sorry, Miss Sullivan.”

      “Don’t worry about it,” she told him. “I just need to know where my sister is.”

      “Huh?”

      Zack took over, suggesting tersely, “Tell us about the new boyfriend.”

      “I haven’t read the report yet. It’s not due until Friday,” Connor explained. “I’ve had my most reliable guy checking her place a couple of times a week. He mentioned the new boyfriend. Said he looked pretty solid. Hold on. Let me grab the file and see if we’ve got a photo. It’s here somewhere and—oh, shit.”

      Zack leaned toward the machine. “What’s wrong?”

      “You’re not gonna believe this, Zack. It’s John Derringer! I’m looking right at him. A picture of him, I mean. Shit, shit, shit. I can’t believe it. What does he want with Sully’s kid?”

      “Shut up,” Zack instructed. “Just fax me what you have and stop causing a panic.”

      “I’ll go over to her house right away.”

      “It’s too late for that now. Just fax me what you have and stand by for further instructions.”

      “I’m sorry, Zack—”

      “Just answer the goddamned phone when I call back.”

      “Right. Jeez, what could Derringer want with—”

      The rest of the sentence was cut off and Sabrina knew Zack had terminated the call. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Theo, and both men seemed stunned.

      She wanted to ask who John Derringer was, but it didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered were those three little words. It’s too late…

      “Oh, God,” she whispered, her heart and soul flashing back to the moment, five long years ago, when she’d heard about her father’s death at the hands of Adonis Zenner. “This can’t be happening. Not again.”

      “Don’t worry,” Zack told her. “We’ll get her back.”

      “You just said it’s too late!”

      “That’s not what I meant.” He flushed. “It’s too late for Connor to go and protect her. That’s all. And I don’t want him messing up the scene. I’ll have my crew meet me there later, to look for clues.”

      When Sabrina exhaled sharply, he added, “She’s fine. I’m almost sure of it. John would never hurt a woman. Especially not someone Sully cared about. He and your dad were close once. A million years ago, but it counts for something. I’m sure.”

      Sabrina crossed to him and grabbed his hands in her own. “I need information. I’m dying here.”

      “Yeah, I get that,” he murmured. “Just breathe, okay? I’ll tell you everything I know.”

      Reassured and a little embarrassed, she pulled free and backed a few steps away. “Who is this John Derringer?”

      Theo stepped up to her and slipped his arm around her shoulders. “He used to work for us, honey. Years ago. Your father recruited him. Trained him. Just like Zack. Except Derringer was nothing like Zack. Nothing like Sully. We learned that the hard way.”

      She shifted so that she could gaze up at Theo. “What does he want with my sister?”

      “Hard to say—”

      “He wants information,” Zack interrupted. “If all he wanted was to hurt her, he wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble of pretending to save your cat.”

      “Pretending to save…?” Sabrina’s stomach knotted. “You think he planned all that? You think he broke Zorro’s leg? Oh, God…” She covered her face with her hands, struggling against a new wave of despair.

      “He wants something from her,” Zack repeated. “Let’s figure out what it is, okay? That’s the fastest way to get her back. Safe and sound.”

      “Zack’s right,” Theo said with reassuring vehemence. “If he was after revenge, he would have killed her right away. There’s something else going on.”

      “Revenge?” She forced herself to focus. “Are you saying Dad did something bad to him?”

      “It’s not revenge,” Zack protested. “He used DT3 on her. That means he wanted information.”

      “Or he wanted to plant a suggestion,” Theo countered. “Don’t forget that.”

      “Okay, stop.” Sabrina held up her hand. “DT3? You said it was a drug. What does it do?”

      “It makes most people susceptible to hypnosis. But it makes some people sick to their stomachs. That’s what happened when СКАЧАТЬ