Lawman Protection. Cindi Myers

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СКАЧАТЬ of people does Prentice hang out with?” he asked. Focus on the case.

      “All kinds. Politicians. Foreign businesspeople. Fashion models. Celebrities. Lobbyists. People who want favors. People he can order around. He’s not the kind of man who has close friends, though, just a lot of contacts and acquaintances.”

      “Any romantic interests?”

      She shook her head. “He’s been photographed with a lot of beautiful women at various events, but he treats them like accessories—necessary to his image, but there’s no real attachment there. He likes women, but they’re not an obsession. And in case you’re wondering, he was a perfect gentleman around me.”

      Neither perfect nor gentleman fit his impression of Prentice, but he was relieved to know the man hadn’t taken a personal interest in Emma. “How did he get all that money he has?”

      “He was vague about that. Some of it he inherited. He owns a lot of different companies. He’s sort of known for running competitors out of business, and for buying up marginal concerns and selling off their assets. As you might have gathered, he has no qualms about using people or situations for his own gain.”

      “He clearly enjoys sticking it to the government.”

      “Definitely. Believe it or not, he sees himself as a kind of champion, fighting against the feds. And there are people who look up to him for that.”

      “Even if it means destroying historic landmarks or using public land for private gain?”

      She nodded. “I met some of his fans—everybody from property rights lobbyists to extremist groups who believe everything the government does is wrong.”

      “So if he wanted to do something illegal, he could probably find people to help him.”

      “I’m sure. And they don’t have to be fans of his—he has enough money to pay anyone to do what he wants. For some people that’s enough.”

      He had enough money to buy a drone and a black-market missile to arm it. And people who’d cheer him on as he did so. “I’ll probably have more questions for you later, but right now, let’s change the subject to something less grim,” he said. “Why did you decide to be a reporter?”

      She laughed, and the sound sent a tremor through his middle. “You don’t have to sound so disgusted. I’m not an ax murderer.”

      He winced. “Sorry. Let’s just say a lot of my interactions with the press haven’t been positive.”

      “I can’t imagine.” Suppressed laughter again.

      Point taken. “So I’m not Mr. Personality. But I really do want to know what drew you to journalism.”

      She sat back and took a deep breath, as if bracing herself for an ordeal. “All right, I’ll tell you. When I was nineteen, a freshman in college, my older sister disappeared. She was a nurse, working nights at a hospital. She got off her shift early one morning and was never seen or heard from again.”

      He felt the pain behind her words, despite her calm demeanor. “How awful for your family,” he said, the words completely inadequate.

      She nodded. “Sherry had left once before without telling the rest of us—she’d run off to Vegas with a guy she was dating for a wild weekend. At first the police suspected a repeat of that caper. We tried to tell them that this time was different, but they wouldn’t listen. They didn’t take the case seriously until we went to the newspapers. A reporter took an interest in the case and helped us. Eventually, the police found her body, not far from the hospital. She’d been murdered. They never found her killer.”

      He reached across the table and took her hand. “I’m sorry.”

      “Thank you.” She withdrew her hand and sipped wine. “Anyway, that reporter inspired me. I wanted to help others the way she helped our family. Sometimes that means riding the police—reminding them to do their job.”

      “Those questions you asked about Lauren Starling.” Understanding dawned.

      She nodded. “She’s another woman who’s gone missing, and no one is doing anything about it.”

      “We are keeping our eyes open for any sign of her. But we don’t have anything else to go on.”

      “I’m still trying to find out more about her and the case,” she said.

      “If you learn anything, let me know,” he said. “I’m not a callous jerk, no matter what kind of first impression I gave you.”

      She patted his hand, which still rested on the table in front of her. “You still have a chance to redeem yourself.”

      They finished the meal over espresso and small talk about each other’s background. He told her about growing up in a military family, playing football, then joining the marines and eventually moving into law enforcement with the FBI. “No wife or family?” she asked.

      “I was married once, but it didn’t work out. I guess I’m one of those men who’s married to his work. No kids. What about you?”

      She shook her head. “I was engaged once, but we both thought better of it.”

      By the time Ray brought the check, Graham felt almost comfortable with her. He debated asking her out for a real date, but decided to wait. He’d be sure to see her again; the case gave him a good excuse to do so. No need to rush things and risk screwing up.

      He walked her to her Jeep and lingered while she found her keys and unlocked the car door. “Here’s my personal cell.” He wrote the number on the back of his business card and handed it to her. “Call me anytime.”

      “About the case—or just to talk?” Her tone was teasing.

      “Either. Maybe you’d like to give me your number?”

      “I could make you work for it. I’ll bet the FBI could find it out.”

      “I probably could, but I’d rather you gave it to me voluntarily.”

      She smiled and opened her purse. But she never had a chance to write down her number. The loud crack! of gunshots shattered the afternoon silence. Her screams rang in Graham’s ears as he pushed her to the ground.

       Chapter Three

      Emma might have fantasized about Graham on top of her, but not like this. Gravel dug into her back, she couldn’t breathe and her ears rang from the sound of gunshots. The smells of cordite and hot steel stung her nose, and she realized he had drawn a weapon and was firing. A car door slammed and then a revving engine and the squeal of tires signaled their assailant’s escape.

      Graham rolled off her, then took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked.

      She brushed dirt from her skirt, and tried to nod, but she’d always been a lousy liar. Her legs felt like jelly and she was in danger of being sick to her stomach. “I think I need to sit down.”

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