A Breath Away. Wendy Etherington

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СКАЧАТЬ his money was tainted. For once, she went with her heart. “Affection. But where does the NSA come in?”

      “No idea there. Not surprisingly, no one will go on record. There are just the rumors we’ve all heard before—he turned evidence against a bigger, thieving fish. As far as personal impressions go, a couple of agents acknowledged they worked with him, but they found him competent and secretive—just what you’d expect.”

      “You called the NSA directly?”

      “No. Tipping our connection didn’t seem wise at the moment. I talked to trusted, but retired, people.”

      Jade leaned back against the door. “So, who’s this old family friend?”

      “No idea. The good sisters claimed not to know, either.”

      “Claimed?”

      “Their loyalty is with Tremaine.”

      “So we need to talk to him.”

      “You think he’s really going to tell us what we need to know?”

      “It’s his life. He’d better.”

      She turned the doorknob, determined to face the inevitable sooner than later.

      “Jade?”

      Turning, she met Frank’s gaze.

      “Are you okay with this?”

      “Of course.”

      “What about Lucas?”

      She fought against the hurt lingering near her heart. Why didn’t he just trust her to take care of things? “Did he call you?”

      “He left me a message. He’s worried about you.”

      I am, too. “I cut him out of this case. He’s mad.”

      “He could help.”

      She clenched her fists. “You’re not serious.”

      “He knows about the art world, the clientele. He’s known Tremaine longer. Maybe he could give us a perspective we aren’t seeing.”

      “He’s my cousin.”

      “Doesn’t mean he should be eliminated as an expert.”

      Though her instincts protested, she tried to focus on Frank’s words. She trusted him like no one else. “I need to think about that.”

      “Don’t think long. I imagine this case is gonna move quick.”

      Another knock rattled the door.

      When Jade opened it, David stuck his head inside. “The police are about to release the scene back to the restaurant. Do we want to check it out?”

      “They’re offering to let us?”

      “Apparently Tremaine’s name brings out the manners.”

      “Yeah.” Mentally, Jade shifted priorities in her head. She figured they’d have to sneak by the police scene restrictions. “Yeah, we want to see it.” She turned to her partner, who now stood behind her. “You and Mo stay here with Tremaine. David and I will go.”

      “Fine by me.” He rubbed his hands together. “I want to install that security system.”

      “Are we going to get a big bill from the Marriott for seriously altering their room?”

      “Humph. They’ll never know we were here.”

      As Frank stalked from the room, Jade followed, shaking her head. Questioning a man’s home improvement/computer skills was like questioning the strength of his libido.

      In the living room, she found their client beside Mo, both of them sitting at the dining room table amongst the surveillance and computer equipment.

      “See this button here?” Mo was saying as he held up a particularly sophisticated tracking device. “Press it and you get a GPS position, so—”

      “Feel free to give away all our secrets,” Jade said. As if Tremaine needed another specialty.

      The men rose.

      “Well, boss, he’s one of us, right?” Mo said, his massive size contrasting sharply with his contrite expression. “I figured—”

      “No, he’s not.” Her gaze flicked to Tremaine, who—naturally—smiled. “He’s a client, not a member of this team.”

      “But you have to admit, I’m not your usual client,” Tremaine said.

      “You’re unusual, all right. And that’s not a compliment,” she added when his grin widened. “Okay, people. We have a new development. The local cops are giving us an opportunity to check out the scene, so David and I will go.”

      “And me,” Tremaine added.

      “You’ll stay here with Mo and Frank, order lunch from room service and pretend to be traumatized.”

      “A wonderfully humiliating picture, but, no, I won’t.”

      Did the man live to annoy just her, or was it everyone who didn’t let him run them over?

      “I don’t mind keeping an extra-sharp eye on him,” David said.

      Jade raised her eyebrows. “Do you usually keep a less than sharp eye on our clients?”

      He flushed. “Ah, well, no.”

      Tremaine approached her, and her pulse immediately, embarrassingly, sped up. “Are you telling me if you’d been shot, you’d let somebody else examine the scene?”

      He knew perfectly well she wouldn’t.

      “And you did promise you’d find a way to let me out.”

      “I was thinking of a stroll down to the lobby,” she said incredulously, “not to the scene of your near death.”

      “I need your help,” he said, staring down at her, “not for you to run my life.”

      The sincerity gleaming from his silver eyes made her instantly suspicious. This was an act for the crowd. He’d shift to ruthlessness without a qualm if it would facilitate getting his way.

      “My team gets to vote on the direction of cases. Clients don’t.”

      “Well, you’re just going to have to make an exception this time, aren’t you?”

      “The team votes. Guys?”

      Grumbling and mumbling ensued, all of which fell in Tremaine’s favor.

      “Fine. I know when I’m outnumbered.” She forced her anger to the pit of her stomach. It was an ego thing, after all. СКАЧАТЬ