Fear No Evil by Allison Brennan

used the intercom to summon her, especially after Kate had almost killed him when he startled her that first time.
    More footsteps. At least three people. Possibly four. Kate closed her eyes. Boots. Army? Hiking? She’d heard that Dominguez’s troops had been hiding out on the mountain after taking out a humanitarian aid convoy last month. The government didn’t take kindly to criminals who stole so blatantly, so Dominguez had a bullet with his name on it, from both his competitors and now the government. It was only a matter of time, not that Kate cared. She could get off the mountain whenever she wanted—by air.
    A knock on her door. If this was the FBI finally coming for her, they wouldn’t have been so polite.
    “Kate Donovan? It’s Dillon Kincaid. I’m here to talk about my sister.”
    Kate stopped in her tracks. The guy who said all those things online? Who, without knowing her at all, had seemed to get inside her head? How could Dillon Kincaid have found her? And how could he get to her in half a day?
    “Kate, please let me in.”
    “Who’s with you?”
    “My brothers.”
    “How many?”
    “Three.”
    “You have three brothers?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you all came up here because you think I can lead you to your sister? Think again. I don’t know where she is. Go home.”
    The doorknob turned. It was locked.
    “Go away,” Kate said. “I’ll send all the information I get to Quinn.”
    But if I think I know where Trask is, I’m going after him myself.
    “I’m not leaving,” he said.
    “Then sit out there all night. It gets cold when the sun goes down, even in June.”
    “I called in favors, traveled hours by plane, jeep, and foot, to find you. I think you know more than you’re saying. I know you can find Lucy. I brought my brother Patrick. He’s a computer expert, like you. He’s the one who isolated your transmission and located you.”
    “Bullshit.” Was the FBI planning her takedown right now? She needed to get the hell out of here. No, dammit! Kate didn’t want to leave. She was so close.
    “We’re here, aren’t we?”
    “You’re jeopardizing everything!”
    “I didn’t tell Agent Peterson where you were. He knows we know, but he didn’t ask, I didn’t tell. Please let us in.”
    She closed her eyes. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want help, but she needed it. The Baja island—had she been right? Wrong? Was Trask there, or was it another trap? She didn’t know, couldn’t see the truth anymore.
    She was so damn tired. She missed Evan, she missed Paige. She hated being alone, but she didn’t see any alternative.
    She opened the door, kept her gun leveled at the man on her threshold.
    Two guns were aimed at her head.
    “Kill me and he still dies,” she said, staring into the green eyes of the man she assumed was Dillon Kincaid.
    “Put the guns down,” Dillon said without taking his eyes from hers.
    He was tall. Handsome. In shape, but no bodybuilder. He reminded her of Quinn, GQ good looks; a strong, square jaw; and intelligent eyes. Dillon stared at her, as if he could literally read her thoughts. She quickly appraised his dusty jeans, the dark green T-shirt, and his mussed-up sun-streaked, light-brown hair that, though short, fell in waves across his forehead. But it was the intensity of his eyes, their focus and strength, that took Kate’s breath away.
    “Jack. Connor. Now.” Dillon stepped through the door, toward her gun, no fear on his face. “Kate, please.”
    As soon as he entered, his eyes caught movement on the screen against the far wall. His expression changed, hardened. Worry clouded his face.
    Kate lowered her gun, keeping her eye on the men Dillon called Connor and Jack. Brothers? Perhaps. Jack was all military, hard-edged. She knew the type. Connor had the same hard edge without the layer of dissociation. Cop, not military. Yet another man was behind them. Thinner, with fair skin and dark hair. His gun was holstered, and she instantly