respected his privacy so she was glad he was respecting hers.
“Will you tell me about it one day?” he asked quietly.
She nodded because she couldn’t deny him anything. Today she wasn’t ready to completely reveal her past and it stunned her that he realized that. The man read her like no one ever had. It was a big part of the reason she’d fallen for him so hard and so fast.
He gave another sharp nod and snapped the file closed again. “Lizzy called while you were sleeping and the guy she saw on the street is definitely Perdue. I’ve got feelers out all over the city looking for him. Against my better judgment we’re not involving the locals. I’m solely using Red Stone as a resource to find him… And my former handler is aware that he’s in the States. He’s pissed MI6 didn’t give them a head’s up.”
Mara’s lips pulled into a thin line. Her former boss should have informed the CIA immediately so she didn’t blame anyone for being angry. “Where are you looking? He’ll know to use cash and I know he has aliases because he used one to enter the country.”
“Do you know how many he has?”
“Three, though I’m sure he ditched the one he used to travel with so two at this point…Unless he’s already hooked up with a forger in Miami.” She kind of doubted it considering he hadn’t been in the country that long, but anything was possible.
“And before you ask, I’ve already emailed my contact asking for the exact aliases. I haven’t heard back yet, but he’ll come through.” She’d sent him a message before she’d emailed Lizzy last night. With the time difference she should be hearing from him soon. He’d be breaking a lot of rules to give her the information and she guessed he was deciding whether he should tell her or not. Her contact had been candid in his information so far, but he’d always held back a little. She wasn’t in the fold anymore, but she knew that he also felt guilty even if he had no reason to. Mara was the one who’d left the agency and it had been of her own accord. That was no one’s fault. Still, she was grateful if guilt would sway her former colleague into feeding her information.
Harrison started to speak when her cell buzzed in her pants pocket. The room was quiet enough that they both heard it. She pulled it out and bit her bottom lip when she saw Pamela’s number. She’d called the other woman early yesterday morning when she’d thought she was leaving town. Pamela was probably just checking on her, but that could wait. As she started to slip it back into her pocket, Harrison’s phone rang.
“I need to grab this,” he said quietly so Mara pressed the talk button on her own phone as he turned away.
“Hey,” she said, watching the strong lines of Harrison’s back and shoulders, wishing she was running her fingers along his bare skin right now.
“Hello, Cait. Or should I call you Mara now?” Neville Perdue’s familiar voice grated against her senses. A low buzz started in her ears as an icy chill descended on her body.
Her hand curled around the phone. “What have you done with Pamela?” She couldn’t believe her voice didn’t shake.
Harrison turned around, his dark eyes locking on hers after her question. He didn’t say another word to the person on his line, just hung up as he watched her, concern etched in every line of his face. She didn’t have to say a word, or signal to him. Her husband knew who was on the other line. She could see the understanding in his gaze.
Neville made a tsking sound. “Your friend is fine. A little bruised up, but alive and unharmed. For now. And she’ll stay that way only if you follow my instructions precisely.”
Chapter 10
Harrison hung up on his brother in mid-conversation when he heard the underlying panic in Mara’s voice. To anyone else, she probably appeared calm and unaffected, but he’d started to learn the subtle nuances of her body. Right now she was almost preternaturally still
“Will you tell me about it one day?” he asked quietly.
She nodded because she couldn’t deny him anything. Today she wasn’t ready to completely reveal her past and it stunned her that he realized that. The man read her like no one ever had. It was a big part of the reason she’d fallen for him so hard and so fast.
He gave another sharp nod and snapped the file closed again. “Lizzy called while you were sleeping and the guy she saw on the street is definitely Perdue. I’ve got feelers out all over the city looking for him. Against my better judgment we’re not involving the locals. I’m solely using Red Stone as a resource to find him… And my former handler is aware that he’s in the States. He’s pissed MI6 didn’t give them a head’s up.”
Mara’s lips pulled into a thin line. Her former boss should have informed the CIA immediately so she didn’t blame anyone for being angry. “Where are you looking? He’ll know to use cash and I know he has aliases because he used one to enter the country.”
“Do you know how many he has?”
“Three, though I’m sure he ditched the one he used to travel with so two at this point…Unless he’s already hooked up with a forger in Miami.” She kind of doubted it considering he hadn’t been in the country that long, but anything was possible.
“And before you ask, I’ve already emailed my contact asking for the exact aliases. I haven’t heard back yet, but he’ll come through.” She’d sent him a message before she’d emailed Lizzy last night. With the time difference she should be hearing from him soon. He’d be breaking a lot of rules to give her the information and she guessed he was deciding whether he should tell her or not. Her contact had been candid in his information so far, but he’d always held back a little. She wasn’t in the fold anymore, but she knew that he also felt guilty even if he had no reason to. Mara was the one who’d left the agency and it had been of her own accord. That was no one’s fault. Still, she was grateful if guilt would sway her former colleague into feeding her information.
Harrison started to speak when her cell buzzed in her pants pocket. The room was quiet enough that they both heard it. She pulled it out and bit her bottom lip when she saw Pamela’s number. She’d called the other woman early yesterday morning when she’d thought she was leaving town. Pamela was probably just checking on her, but that could wait. As she started to slip it back into her pocket, Harrison’s phone rang.
“I need to grab this,” he said quietly so Mara pressed the talk button on her own phone as he turned away.
“Hey,” she said, watching the strong lines of Harrison’s back and shoulders, wishing she was running her fingers along his bare skin right now.
“Hello, Cait. Or should I call you Mara now?” Neville Perdue’s familiar voice grated against her senses. A low buzz started in her ears as an icy chill descended on her body.
Her hand curled around the phone. “What have you done with Pamela?” She couldn’t believe her voice didn’t shake.
Harrison turned around, his dark eyes locking on hers after her question. He didn’t say another word to the person on his line, just hung up as he watched her, concern etched in every line of his face. She didn’t have to say a word, or signal to him. Her husband knew who was on the other line. She could see the understanding in his gaze.
Neville made a tsking sound. “Your friend is fine. A little bruised up, but alive and unharmed. For now. And she’ll stay that way only if you follow my instructions precisely.”
Chapter 10
Harrison hung up on his brother in mid-conversation when he heard the underlying panic in Mara’s voice. To anyone else, she probably appeared calm and unaffected, but he’d started to learn the subtle nuances of her body. Right now she was almost preternaturally still
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