His Wanted Woman. Linda Turner

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      Patrick usually worked memorabilia shows with Bill Rhoades, an investigative archivist with a photographic memory who could spot a counterfeit document without even lifting a magnifying glass to it. Bill, however, was home in bed, suffering from a nasty bout of food poisoning, so Patrick was on his own. Normally, he would have cancelled, but he’d wanted to see Mackenzie Sloan in action. If the lady thought she could sell stolen documents right under his nose, she could think again.

      Setting up a card table, he laid out brochures that not only explained what the National Archives did, but also educated the public on how to spot a stolen document or one that should belong to the U.S. government. His real purpose here, however, was to check for stolen documents…which was why he planned to watch Mackenzie like a hawk. He didn’t think she was brazen enough to sell a questionable item right in front of him, but the lady had already proven that she didn’t lack for nerve when she had refused to cooperate unless he produced a search warrant. If she thought she could slide something past him when he wasn’t looking, she just might try it.

      The doors to the convention center opened then, and history lovers flooded inside. Patrick wasn’t surprised by the size of the crowd. Collecting historical memorabilia was a popular pastime and very much a history buff’s treasure hunt. Depending on their own particular interest, he’d seen people buy everything from Civil War ammunitions records to a stuffed buffalo head that supposedly had hung in Custer’s office, though no one could really verify that for sure.

      Grinning at the memory of the little old lady who had bought the buffalo, Patrick glanced over at Mackenzie…just in time to see her accept a credit card from a short, roly-poly elderly man who was looking at what appeared to be an old map. Clearly thrilled with his impending purchase, he grinned broadly as he waited for his receipt.

      Swearing, Patrick headed straight for Mackenzie’s booth. “Excuse me,” he told the older man, “but would you mind if I took a look at that?”

      “Of course he minds,” Mackenzie retorted indignantly. “Go away.”

      Confused, the older man frowned at Patrick. “Who are you? Why do you want to look at my map?”

      “I’m an agent with the National Archives, sir. I’m just checking for authenticity.”

      “Authenticity?” the man sputtered. “Are you saying it’s fake?”

      “No, of course not!” Mackenzie said quickly, scowling at Patrick. “Agent O’Reilly just meant—”

      “There’s been some items circulating in the D.C. area that should be in the National Archives,” Patrick said easily.

      The older man scowled fiercely. “What do you mean should be? Are they stolen?”

      “Not necessarily,” Mackenzie answered before Patrick could reply. “Documents fall into private hands all the time. That doesn’t mean they’re stolen.”

      “That’s right,” Patrick agreed. “With time, some documents become less important and the government releases them into the public domain. And sometimes they don’t, and even dealers like Ms. Sloan don’t realize that they are stolen. We’ve had a lot of calls about it, so we’ve been checking out the shows, seeing if we can discover what’s going on. So if you don’t mind…”

      He lifted a dark brow at the other man, silently asking permission to examine the map. Without a word, he handed it to Patrick.

      Beside him, Patrick could practically feel Mackenzie seething. She didn’t, however, say a word as he unrolled the map.

      It was a hand-drawn, colorful map that depicted the Colonies before the Revolutionary War broke out, complete with cities, rivers, forests and ports. It was an important map and beautifully drawn, the kind of thing that a history buff would love to have hanging over his mantel. There were, however, no forts on the map, no military encampments or anything that connected it to the upcoming war. And while it was historical, it wasn’t something that appeared to have ever belonged in the Archives.

      Whether it was stolen from another museum or library, however, was another matter. There was nothing the least bit suspicious about it, though, so Patrick had no choice but to believe that Mackenzie had acquired it legitimately.

      She would, no doubt, gloat over that, but he’d never been afraid to err on the side of caution. Especially, he thought, when all the evidence he’d been able to collect on Mackenzie so far pointed to the fact that when it came to her business, she was not a woman to be trusted.

      Handing the map back to its new owner, he said, “Congratulations, sir. You bought a great map.”

      “You’re sure it’s not stolen?”

      “As sure as I can be,” Patrick replied. “Take it home and enjoy it.”

      He didn’t have to tell him twice. Pleased, the older man hugged his new treasure and moved on to the next booth.

      He was hardly out of earshot when Mackenzie hissed, “What do you think you’re doing? This is harassment!”

      Far from concerned, he only grinned. “Are you kidding? You think I’m harassing you because I checked what you’re selling? That’s my job. It’s nothing personal.”

      “So why aren’t you checking anyone else’s documents?” she demanded. “Why are you just watching me?”

      “As far as I know, no one else here is selling stolen documents on the Internet. If you know someone else who is, point them out and I’ll be happy to check them out.”

      Horrified that he was making no effort to keep his voice down, she caught the curious glances of nearby vendors and wanted to sink right through the floor. Heat spilling into her cheeks, she grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into the narrow hallway that led to the restrooms.

      “You’ve got to stop this!” she snapped in a low voice that didn’t carry past the hallway. “Do you hear me? If you don’t back off, I’m calling the police!”

      Far from impressed, he lifted a mocking brow at her. “Are you sure you want to do that? Right now, you just have to deal with me, and I’m easy. You bring in the local cops and you could have all kinds of headaches. But if you really want to talk to someone, use my phone. The reception is probably better on mine. Go ahead. I’ve got unlimited minutes.”

      More frustrated than she’d ever been in her life, Mackenzie gave serious thought to telling him exactly what she thought of him, and she didn’t care who heard her. And that stunned her. She was usually easygoing and rarely lost her temper. But there was something about Patrick O’Reilly that drove her crazy.

      “You know something, you’re a very irritating man,” she said, scowling at him as a mocking smile curled the corners of his mouth. “You think you have me right where you want me, don’t you?”

      Amused, he said, “Don’t I?”

      “No,” СКАЧАТЬ