The Missing Millionaire. Dani Sinclair

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СКАЧАТЬ thought that would be just as well, but she couldn’t leave him undefended after promising to guard him.

      Tony wouldn’t be happy when she showed up on his doorstep, but what other option did she have? She wasn’t about to ask Harrison Trent if he was involved in organized crime. He might say yes, and she really wanted to like him. He knew how to keep his head. Despite the drug messing with his system, he’d been quick to seize an opportunity when she’d inadvertently presented one. And he’d actually tried to save the other women even though they’d drugged and kidnapped him.

      Ruefully, she realized the millionaire was handling the situation better than she was. Jamie didn’t want to discover he’d made his money in the same line of work as Tony’s former boss.

      Whoever was behind the explosions would expect her to go to Tony if they knew she’d survived. But did they know? It all came down to whether the devices had been remotely triggered or on timers.

      Her knowledge of bombs was rudimentary at best. Still, it galled her that she had walked into that farmhouse like a sheep last night. Not one of them had thought to check the place over when they returned, and she knew better. Foolishly, her chief concern at the time had been defending Trent’s questionable virtue from Kirsten and Elaine. She wasn’t altogether sure he’d thank her for that, but he and his friend hadn’t ogled the dancers that evening. In fact, Trent had almost looked pained at times.

      Except when she’d caught him looking at her.

      The memory provoked a tiny shiver. He’d been curious about her. She’d seen it in the way his eyes had followed her. Jamie had been surprised and more than a little flattered. She was blessed with attractive, if average, features, but certainly not the sort that normally drew a man’s gaze in a roomful of half-naked women. And more disturbing, she wasn’t immune to him, either. Even now, knowing he was engaged and possibly a member of organized crime, she found him extremely attractive.

      Hastily, she shoved the thought aside. She needed to concentrate. She’d seen no sign of pursuit since they’d driven away, but that didn’t mean no one was back there. Most likely, the explosives had been on timers. They’d been well planted to effectively block all the main exits. Someone had wanted to make very sure no one escaped that inferno. The chilling thought brought a shiver straight down her spine. Would she have found the devices if she’d done her job right?

      Jamie turned her mind from useless speculation.

      “Mind telling me where we’re going?”

      She hesitated at his question, but what was the point? “We’re going to try and stop another murder.”

      “Laudable goal. How many of us did you kidnap tonight?”

      She sent him a glare.

      “Okay then, who else is going to be murdered?”

      “The people who set up your kidnapping.”

      “You want to share a little here?”

      “No.”

      “Right. How are we going to prevent them from being murdered?”

      Jamie inhaled. “I have no idea.”

      Only the barest hint of light streaked the horizon. The fatigue tugging at her brain told Jamie daybreak was fast approaching. The suburban streets were still empty as she steered the car into Tony’s subdivision.

      Harrison Trent had fallen silent after their last exchange, for which Jamie was grateful. He didn’t need to know how rattled she was. None of her extensive training had left her prepared for the reality of almost dying on the job. The stench of the smoke clung to her hair and clothing despite the windows she’d opened to air them out. The knowledge that Kirsten and Elaine had died because she hadn’t done her job well enough was a weight on her soul.

      So far, she’d managed to keep the shakes at bay. Unfortunately, she knew she was heading for a meltdown. The only thing that kept her going was the certainty that it wasn’t Tony who had set them up to die. Tony and Carolyn were in deadly danger from whoever had.

      Turning the corner onto their street sent a new surge of apprehension pouring through her. Their house was near the middle of the block, and it glowed like a Christmas tree. Lights blazed behind the curtained windows on the first floor. Tony and Carolyn were early risers, but not this early.

      Harrison Trent straightened in his seat. “It’s the house with the lights on, isn’t it?”

      “Yes.”

      “Looks like we’re expected.”

      Jamie cruised past slowly while her heart hammered in her chest. Carolyn’s dark SUV sat in the driveway. Tony’s fancy sports car was probably inside the detached garage along with his souped-up sedan.

      “The SUV belongs there?” he asked.

      “Yes.”

      “Then what’s wrong?”

      “I’m not sure.”

      She circled the block looking for anything out of place. Every parked car was suspect. She watched for the slightest motion. Nothing. Not even a stray cat or dog disturbed the stillness.

      She stared at the house as she drove past again at a crawl. “It’s too quiet.”

      “It’s early Saturday morning. What do you expect? Most people sleep in on weekends.”

      Jamie pulled over at the end of the street. She turned off the headlights, but left the engine running. “Wait here while I check this out.”

      “Not going to happen.”

      Her body hummed with tension. “Then take the car.You can leave.” After all, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

      “As tempting as that offer is, I believe I’ll stay with you for now.”

      “Mr. Trent, I’m serious.”

      “So am I. I deserve some answers.”

      She exhaled loudly. “I don’t have time for this.”

      “Then turn off the engine and stop arguing.”

      Her hand shook as she obeyed. “The people who blew up the farmhouse may be inside there.”

      “I got that, but you’re going in, aren’t you?”

      “Yes.”

      “Then I’m going with you. I have a few things to say to these people.”

      Jamie growled. “You aren’t going to be reasonable about this, are you?” She pulled the gun from her ankle strap. He eyed it and her, but didn’t appear intimidated.

      “I’m a businessman, Jamie. I’m always reasonable. Let’s go.” He opened the car door.

      Jamie saw no option. She couldn’t force him to wait, and panic hovered, a mere breath away. Something was badly wrong inside, she sensed it.

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