A Time to Die. BEVERLY BARTON

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      “Would you care for coffee?” Cara asked as she approached Bain.

      He shook his head. “No, thanks.”

      She held out her hand. “I appreciate your coming here yourself to give us the report instead of simply telephoning.”

      He eyed her long, elegant fingers—void of rings, the short, tapered nails painted with clear polish—and momentarily hesitated, but finally he took her slender hand and gave it a sturdy shake. “Just doing my job.” He reluctantly released her.

      With a wave of her arm, she indicated that he should sit. When he settled on the brocade sofa, she sat beside him, leaving a good three feet between them. In his peripheral vision, Bain noticed Geoff Monday taking a stance behind and to the right of the sofa.

      “Was traffic bad this morning?” Cara asked.

      Bain shrugged. “About usual for this time of day.”

      “Hmm… It looks like it’ll be a beautiful, sunny day. The high is supposed to be around sixty-eight.”

      “Yeah, that’s what Channel Twelve was forecasting.”

      As they sat there making idle chitchat, Bain almost forgot that they weren’t alone, because the Dundee agent, like any good bodyguard, although nearby, was unobtrusive.

      The pocket doors opened, and Aldridge stepped over the threshold. “Excuse me, Ms. Bedell, but there’s a phone call for you.” He held the portable phone in his hand, his palm cupping the mouthpiece.

      “Who is it?” she asked.

      “The gentleman didn’t say, but he insisted it was urgent,” Aldridge said. “‘A matter of life and death’ were his exact words.”

      Bain’s gaze, which Cara had been deliberately avoiding during their meaningless conversation, collided with hers.

      “You don’t think it’s—”

      “Take the call,” Bain told her. “I’ll listen in on the extension. Is there still one in here?”

      She nodded and pointed to the decorative crystal phone on the antique mahogany table in the corner.

      “Later this morning, I’ll get some guys up here to install the proper equipment to monitor all your calls. And we’ll do the same for your lines at Bedell, Inc.” He would also make sure all the phones Lexie used were monitored, too.

      Cara rose from the sofa and reached out to take the phone from Aldridge, but she waited until Bain reached the extension before she put the handset to her ear and said, “This is Cara Bedell. What seems to be the emergency?”

      Bain lifted the extension without making a sound.

      The man spoke in a muffled, disguised voice. “If you withdraw your support of Helping Hands and publicly denounce Lexie Murrough as a selfish, self-serving hypocrite, I will spare your life.”

      “Who are you, and why are you doing this?” Cara asked.

      She kept her gaze locked with Bain’s. Geoff Monday did not interfere.

      “Who I am is unimportant. I will give you forty-eight hours to comply with my wishes. If you do not, you will remain my enemy and thus must pay the price for your loyalty to one so unworthy.”

      The dial tone rang in Bain’s ear. He replaced the receiver and walked straight to Cara, who was still tenaciously gripping the cordless phone. Bain took her hand in his, eased apart her clutched fingers, removed the phone and gave it to Aldridge.

      “Are you all right?” Bain asked.

      “I will be, once I stop shaking.” She offered him a weak smile. “The guy is crazy. For some reason, he hates Lexie. Of all people—Lexie, who is one of the kindest, most caring and giving human beings I’ve ever known.”

      Bain exchanged concerned glances with the Dundee agent. “We’re definitely dealing with a dangerous person.” As he cupped Cara’s elbow and guided her back to the sofa, he filled Geoff Monday in on the caller’s end of the conversation.

      When they reached the sofa, Cara balked and hurriedly turned to face Bain. “I’m fine.” He looked at her skeptically. “Really, I’m all right.” She glanced over her shoulder at her bodyguard, then turned back to Bain. “Lieutenant, you should go ahead and report the call I just received and do whatever you need to do. Geoff won’t leave me alone.”

      Bain barely stopped himself from grabbing her and hauling her into his arms. There was something definitely wrong with the world when a guy couldn’t comfort a woman he cared about the way he cared about Cara.

      “Should I call Lexie and tell her?” Cara asked.

      “I’ll get in touch with Deke Bronson,” Geoff said. “If that’s all right with you, Lieutenant Desmond.”

      “Yeah, sure.”

      Bain went out into the hallway, contacted headquarters, made a brief report and issued orders to his partner, Mike Swain. He couldn’t be with Cara 24/7 the way her highly trained bodyguard could, but he could and would do whatever it took to find out who was behind the threats. He would personally see to it that this nut-job was stopped before he could hurt either Cara or Lexie.

      HE STOOD in the back-entrance alcove of a building half a block away from Lexie Murrough’s apartment, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he slipped the prepaid cell phone into his pocket. He had enjoyed hearing the fear in Cara Bedell’s voice. She had tried her best to hide it, but he understood the sound of fear as only a person who had been horribly afraid himself could truly understand. As a boy, witnessing his father’s brutal murder, he had known unparalleled fear, a child’s real-life nightmare. He’d been barely twelve when he and his mother had been forced to flee Gadi, outcasts who became unwanted refugees in country after country. Eventually his mother met and married a good man who treated them both well. But his mother and stepfather had been killed in a car accident when he was fourteen, forcing him onto the streets to fend for himself. He would have died of starvation if it had not been for the kindness of a neighbor, Kalil Ben Riyad. He not only owed Kalil his life but his undying loyalty for saving him and introducing him to the Majeed.

      He lifted the small binoculars hanging around his neck and focused on the parking lot behind Lexie’s apartment building. He had no idea when she and her bodyguard would emerge, but he could wait. After all, he had nothing else to do this morning, and he didn’t want to miss the look of shock on her face or her screams when she saw the surprise he had waiting for her.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      DEKE SLOWED his pace to accommodate Lexie’s hindered gait. She hated that anyone who walked with her was forced to regulate their normal speed to hers. Before a crossfire bullet had hit her spine and partially paralyzed her, she had been reasonably athletic: jogging, swimming, playing softball and dancing. Now, she was doing well to walk and swim. But she was one of the lucky ones whose spinal cord had not been severed, causing irreversible damage. If there hadn’t been a delay in starting steroids shortly after her injury, she might have recovered more quickly. But what was done was done, and even though she could never forget what had happened to her, she tried not to dwell on it.

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