Veiled Intentions. Delores Fossen

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СКАЧАТЬ starts at seven-thirty,” Katelyn provided. “We don’t need an invitation. We just need to be computer matched…somehow.”

      It didn’t surprise Joe that she knew those details. She’d probably already picked out the clothes she was going to wear. And she’d done all of that before even being officially assigned to the team.

      His team.

      He hoped like the devil that she didn’t wear those sexy stilettos and the little green outfit. He’d have enough distractions as it was.

      “Detective O’Malley and I’ll do this intro thing tomorrow night at Perfect Match,” Joe continued, making sure he sounded like the boss. Because after the minifantasy involving her choice of fashion, he needed the reminder in the worst sort of way. “We’ll pretend we were high school sweethearts and that we’re surprised but happy to be reunited.”

      She nodded. “Good idea. And that’ll explain a hasty engagement and equally hasty marriage.”

      “Well, hopefully.” It might also make the wrong person suspicious, but he’d deal with that when and if it happened. “While we’re there, we’ll have a good look around the place. Without breaking the law, of course.”

      Another you-think? huff from Katelyn.

      Joe ignored her and continued. “In the meantime, I’ll keep going through the background checks I’ve been doing on the employees and the owners of Perfect Match and the florist.”

      “I’ve done backgrounds checks, as well,” Katelyn informed him.

      Joe bobbed his head. “Of course you have.”

      The woman had an incredibly effective scalpel-sharp glare. “I’m not an idiot. I did them discretely.”

      Joe might have questioned her on what she considered discrete, but the lieutenant spoke first. “Sounds as if you have everything under control.”

      Not even close.

      Joe kept that sentiment to himself.

      “Good.” Brayden stood and reached for the jacket draped over the back of his chair. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment with the chief. Feel free to use my office to hash out the rest of the details. Oh, and it goes without saying—keep me informed.”

      “Wait,” Katelyn called out when her brother headed for the door. “You’re both missing a key point. Yes, Sergeant Rico and I filled out these questionnaires, but that in itself doesn’t give us a computer match. I hate to state the obvious here, but the computer does that. In fact, it generates a list of matches so the candidates can meet the people at the icebreaker. What if neither of us has any matches? What then? We can’t just show up.”

      “I’d planned to have one of the techs go into the system and arrange for the questionnaires to be matched,” Joe explained.

      Katelyn shook her head. “That sounds risky. Someone at the agency might figure out—”

      “A match isn’t a problem,” Brayden assured them. “It’s all in the folder.”

      There was something about the lieutenant’s strange, almost self-satisfied expression that sent Joe thumbing through the rest of the papers in the file. Katelyn must have had the same feeling, because she leaned closer so she could see the documents, as well.

      It didn’t take Joe long to find it. There it was. The dozen or so men listed as “dream date” matches for client 6341B, Kate Kennedy. His own alias, Joe Farrell, was the first name on the list.

      He felt as if someone had slugged him in the solar plexus.

      “You already had the tech rig the system?” Joe asked. But he didn’t think that’s what had generated the look on the lieutenant’s face.

      “No. The two of you matched without any tech interference.” Brayden’s eyebrows flexed. “For once, Murphy’s Law worked in our favor. Let’s hope that luck continues.”

      And with that little scud missile attack, the lieutenant left them sitting there in somewhat stunned silence.

      “It had to be the chili,” Joe mumbled under his breath.

      Or maybe Katelyn just jotted down a whole bunch of lies while filling out the questionnaire. He hadn’t, that was for sure. Unnecessary lies were just too hard to keep track of, so with the exception of his name, address and occupation, everything else was true.

      Yet, they’d matched.

      Even if she’d lied, that was an unsettling coincidence because it meant her lies matched his truths.

      Joe quietly pushed that coincidence aside and moved on to the mission at hand.

      “I’ll see you at the Perfect Match tomorrow night.” He stood and tucked the folder beneath his arm. “Until then, we keep doing these background checks and hope we find a smoking gun. Oh, and by the way, I insist the officers on my team follow the rules. My rules,” he emphasized. “If you jeopardize this assignment again—”

      “I won’t.”

      “If you do, I’ll have your butt and your badge.”

      She nodded, after a contemplative moment.

      Joe almost decided to leave it at that, but there was something he couldn’t leave unsaid. “I hope it’s occurred to you that this plan is designed to send a killer after us.”

      No hesitation this time. “It has.”

      Good. At least underneath all that wisecracking talk, Katelyn O’Malley was smart enough to know what they were up against.

      And what they were up against was a killer.

      Even more, the moment they stepped inside Perfect Match, they would become the ultimate bait.

      Chapter Four

      Katelyn fanned herself with the Perfect Match folder.

      Even though the sun was on the verge of setting, the summer heat was still escaping in filmy waves off the asphalt. It was muggy. A Texas-June kind of muggy that even the locals complained about. The air was heavy with exhaust fumes and the steamy smoke from the mesquite grills of a nearby patio restaurant. Not exactly an enticing combination, but the aroma of spicy fajitas was somehow pushing its way through the rest of the less appetizing scents.

      She willed herself not to sweat as she hurried across the parking lot toward the sprawling building that housed the Perfect Match Agency. Willing didn’t work. A slick bead of perspiration slithered down the center of her back, and for a couple of seconds, she entertained a pipe dream of stopping by the restaurant for a virgin frozen margarita.

      This wasn’t, however, the time for pipe dreams or sweat-cooling margaritas, even virgin ones. It was time to look for a killer.

      Katelyn stepped through the front door of the agency, mumbled a thank-you! for the Arctic blast of the A/C and made her way to the reception area.

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