White Heat. Brenda Novak

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СКАЧАТЬ Interesting and potentially dangerous. The dangerous part never changed. But she didn’t mind. It kept her fully occupied, kept her from having to acknowledge the fact that she had nothing in her life except the satisfaction of doing a job most people couldn’t. “When do I leave?”

      “We leave in the morning.”

      She riveted her eyes on his face. They never worked the same case. He made sure of it. And they both knew the reason. So why the sudden change of heart? “You don’t think I can handle it on my own?”

      “Milt’s decision, not mine.” His response divulged nothing of his own reaction. But she could easily guess how displeased he’d been when he heard the news. He probably feared she’d try to seduce him again. He’d made it very clear that he didn’t want that.

      “What about Rod?” she asked, trying to control her voice so it wouldn’t reveal her panic. “He could go with me.” More than just a coworker, Roderick Guerrero was one of her best friends. She’d feel far more comfortable with him.

      “Rod’s on another job. So are Jonah, Drake and Kellen.”

      “Then maybe Angelina would be a better choice for—”

      He shook his head. “She’s too new.”

      And had no more business in this line of work than Rachel did. He didn’t have to say that; Rachel knew he didn’t approve of having females taking on the dangerous stuff. “Then I can handle it alone,” she argued. A homicidal maniac, drunk on his own power, would be easier to face than daily association with Nate. “It’ll be more difficult for two strangers to gain the trust we’ll need.”

      “Milt wants us to go in as a couple.”

      “What?” This went beyond going undercover together as…say, friends or acquaintances. What did it mean? Would she be sharing a room—a bed—with Nate?

      She couldn’t do it. Not after the way she’d thrown herself at him six months ago. “How will we get them to accept us?”

      “They hold meetings they call Introductions. I’m not sure where. But they’re open to the public. Once we find out where to go, you’ll attend one, feign interest and drag me to the next one. We’ll go from there.”

      The plan already seemed set in stone, but surely there had to be a way out. “Where is this cult? Not here in Southern California…”

      “No. Paradise, Arizona.”

      Allowing his response to distract her, she frowned. “That’s the name of the compound?”

      “That’s the name of the town they’ve taken over and has been since it was founded more than a century ago.”

      “They bought a whole town?”

      “Every parcel, and since no one else wanted it, they got it cheap.”

      “They actually came across one named Paradise? Ironic, to say the least,” she said. Especially because it certainly wouldn’t be Paradise for her.

      “Arizona and paradise are an oxymoron, at least this time of year.”

      “So it’s as barren and hot and dry as the last place we worked?”

      “Nevada? It’s just as barren. But it’s even hotter and dryer. I’d describe it as more of a white heat.”

      “It’s that hot?”

      “It’s that hot.”

      He lowered his voice. “And there are a lot more snakes.”

      The guys she worked with would never let her live down her fright at the pet boa constrictor Drake had put under her desk a few weeks ago. In a group of hard-asses, any weakness was to be exploited, if only for the sake of entertainment. But she got the impression Nate wasn’t needling her for fun. He didn’t like the idea of working together any more than she did. He wanted her to fight this assignment, to go outside the chain of command, if necessary, straight to Milt.

      For a moment, she considered doing that. But she was relatively new and still trying to prove herself. She couldn’t risk getting fired, not with her mortgage. Besides, if there was any way to change Milt’s mind, Nate would’ve already tried it.

      “I can put up with snakes,” she lied. “I just wasn’t expecting one to come slithering up my leg.”

      “I’m not talking about pet snakes. I’m talking about rattlers.”

      “Doesn’t matter.”

      His jaw tightened. “This will be dangerous, Rachel.”

      “Our job always is.” That was how she liked it. She didn’t have to worry about heaven and hell, her father’s disapproval or anything else—just surviving from one day to the next.

      They stared at each other in a virtual standoff. She wasn’t sure what to do about this, but she wouldn’t let him manipulate her into causing trouble inside the company. That would only convince everyone that she was as whiny and hard to please as the guys were afraid a female would be. “I’m not quitting. Or getting myself fired,” she said.

      He cursed under his breath, but she ignored it.

      “So where are we going exactly? Paradise must be south of Flagstaff if—”

      “It’s in the southeast corner of the state, not far from the Mexico and New Mexico borders. Used to be a ghost town. Until Wycliff decided to revive it, there weren’t more than a handful of people living in the area.”

      “Are those people still around?” Or did they leave when the Covenanters moved in the way she wanted to flee at any mention of prophecy, scriptures or the end of the world?

      “For the most part, he either converted them or bought them out.”

      She wiped damp palms on her jeans. She was the only female operative at Department 6 with any field experience. That was why Milt had chosen her. They were just beginning to hire women. But who said this assignment required a woman or even a couple? Maybe Nate could go in alone. “Where’s Ethan getting the funds to buy land and build a town?” she asked, stalling.

      “Like any cult leader, he requires converts to forfeit all their wealth for the greater good. And he makes everyone work. They sell cheese, for one thing. He also has other resources.”

      “Like…”

      “A trust fund.”

      She sat up straighter. Now Ethan’s suit and polish made sense. Apparently, he hadn’t attended Cornell on student loans. “He comes from money?”

      “You could say that. His father is Robert Wycliff.”

      The name meant nothing to her. “It’s not as if you said Bill Gates. Who’s Robert Wycliff?”

      “The owner of the eighth-largest engineering firm in the country. Gets big government contracts, makes the Forbes list every year.”

      She whistled. “I see. СКАЧАТЬ