Virgin In Disguise. Rosemary Heim

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      She’d known her client, Marvin Dexter, her entire life. Honorary uncle and surrogate father since her dad’s death, when he’d approached her about tracking down Cabrini, she’d made an exception to her “no family” rule. It was the least she could do after all the ways Dex had helped over the years

      And if that wasn’t enough motivation, her mother’s health insurance had gone up again. The extra money she earned for bringing in Cabrini would go a long way to help cover that bill.

      She highlighted a number and punched “ok.”

      Dex answered on the first ring, his cultured tones clear on the cellular connection.

      “Hey, Dex. It’s me. I’ve got him.”

      “Already?” The question followed a brief pause. “I hadn’t expected you to catch up with him so soon.”

      “Yeah, well, I’m just that good. Which is why you hired me, right? Now that I’ve got him, do you want me to bring him down to your office?”

      “No.” Another pause, longer this time, which was out of character for Dex. He was known in his political circles for his sharp intellect and quick responses. “I’m not ready to meet with Mr. Cabrini. There are still a few details I need to iron out.”

      “What am I supposed to do with him in the meantime? I can’t very well keep him locked up in this room.”

      “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

      The endearment triggered a tiny ache in her chest. She could hear the echo of her father’s voice in the phrase, even after almost twenty years.

      “The situation is quite complicated,” Dex continued, “and everything needs to be right before we can proceed.”

      “You didn’t tell me there was a timing issue.”

      “I know, and I apologize for that omission. Nevertheless, it would be extremely awkward for me to take custody right now.”

      “Awkward for you? I’m the one with a man in custody and no warrant. Can you at least help me out on that?”

      “I don’t have anything to take to a judge. At least, not yet.”

      “I’m skating a thin line here, Dex.” She paced the short distance from window to door and back. Working blind did not leave her with a good feeling. “Can you at least give me a clue as to what this is all about?”

      “He’s been poking around in some old cases.” Dex paused, then added in a lowered tone, “Of your father’s and mine.”

      Her throat tightened. “Why would he do that?” She pushed a swallow through the knot. “Do you think he knows something?”

      “I really don’t want to say any more right now. I need more time. Do you think you could take him out of town for a while?”

      “How long?”

      “A few days, that’s all. You could use my cabin until it’s time to bring him back.”

      Angel weighed the offer, comparing it to other obligations, trying to make this new scenario fit. “I’ll need to make a couple stops first, but I think I can work it out.”

      “Good, good. I’ll leave a key with your mother—I assume one of your stops will be there before you leave?”

      “Of course.”

      “Excellent. I’m about to leave my office for a few errands of my own. The key will be there when you arrive, along with some additional information.”

      “Is there any chance you can get a warrant on him for something?”

      “That simply isn’t a possibility at this time.” Dex’s sigh hinted at some annoyance. “Angel?”

      “Yes?”

      “I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate your help in this matter. You do understand that, don’t you?”

      “Of course.” Did he understand the risk she was taking for him?

      “And you appreciate the need to keep this strictly confidential?”

      “I am a professional.”

      “I meant no insult. This is a delicate project, and you’re the only one I can trust to do it.”

      “Sorry.” Angel reined in her momentary irritation. “It’s going to take me an hour or two to get things in order. I’ll stop at home last, before I leave town.” That should give Dex plenty of time to drop off the key.

      “What are you going to do with Cabrini until you leave?”

      “Good question. I’ll figure something out.”

      “I have every confidence that you will, Angel. You’ve always impressed me with your resourcefulness. When I have everything lined up here, I’ll be in touch with you.”

      “We’ll talk then.” Angel closed her cell phone and slid it into her front pocket. Dex wasn’t telling her everything, but he was family. She trusted him more than she trusted most. That entitled him to some leeway. She just wished he’d been a bit more forthcoming with information.

      He hadn’t given her any more than what she already knew—that he wanted Cabrini brought in. There didn’t appear to be any legal charges against him, so it was more of a P.I. locate job.

      Considering she had Cabrini in custody, in handcuffs, she could probably be charged with kidnapping. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d bent the rules to suit the situation. Still, the idea didn’t sit well. Comfort came from knowing such a charge would never occur to most of the lowlife types she dealt with.

      But then, Frank Cabrini didn’t fit that stereotype. He was nothing like she’d expected. The rough exterior he presented was every bit a disguise, same as her faked accents and wigs.

      His eyes reinforced the perception that he wasn’t what he appeared to be. Clear and steady, his gaze spoke of curiosity and intelligence. He had barely shifted his glance from her since he’d awakened.

      Those damned blue eyes seemed to see into her soul. And that, more than anything, unsettled her.

      She didn’t like the feeling. Not one bit.

      Frank tugged at the handcuff. He could probably work his way free, given enough time and a little ingenuity. Ingenuity he could handle, but the time factor was too big of an unknown. He didn’t like gambling when the odds were stacked against him.

      In the hall, creaking floorboards betrayed the movements of his captor. The murmur of a one-sided conversation leaked through the thin wall. He caught a snatch that sounded a lot like, Do you think he knows something?

      That finished any thoughts of attempting to escape—he wanted to know who the hell had ordered this СКАЧАТЬ