Touch & Go

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face was not harsh, but clinical. Sizing up his opponent. He would hurt my husband in the end. He would hurt all of us, I realized. He just wanted to do it properly.
    “Please,” I heard myself whisper. “We have money…”
    “Not what this is about.”
    Justin snorted. “Money is what it’s always about.” He swung his gaze to Z’s cohorts, the kid, the checkerboard man with the neon-blue eyes. “Sure you two couldn’t use some extra cash? I got a company worth a hundred mil. Whatever he’s paying you, I can do better.”
    “Just let our daughter go,” I added quietly.
    The kid didn’t move. Checkerboard man actually smiled, but it wasn’t a nice expression.
    Ashlyn shuddered again.
    “Girl stays,” Z stated. “You stay.” He looked at me. “You stay.” He looked at Justin. “And I don’t have to tell you why or for how long. Because I know you, Justin. I know exactly how your mind works. You’re a born problem solver. Even now, you’re not panicking; you’re simply waiting for the situation to reveal itself. Because in your experience, information is power. It enables you to dissect, control, resolve.
    “Which will make breaking you all the more interesting. Now then, the fun is just beginning.”
    Z moved his hand, pushed open the door behind him to reveal a supply closet neatly stacked with piles of orange material.
    “Your new wardrobe,” he announced. “Get dressed. From here on out, you’re our prisoners. And this is your new home.”

Chapter 12
    LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS such as Boston detectives and FBI agents generally went straight to the source. Would descend upon a company, badging the receptionist and proceeding to milk every last drop of information from the rank and file.
    Since Tessa was no longer a cop, she went about things the private investigator’s way: She identified the name of Justin Denbe’s right-hand man, tracked him down on his personal cell and arranged to meet him twenty minutes later at a coffee shop several miles and at least two neighborhoods away from Denbe Construction’s downtown Boston headquarters.
    She went with the right-hand man, figuring he’d know the most about Justin’s personal and professional life. She lured him off campus because anyone was more apt to talk without known friends or associates looking over his shoulder.
    Chris Lopez, construction manager, was already waiting for her at the Starbucks. She recognized him immediately because even from thirty feet away, his clothes and demeanor screamed construction. Well-worn jeans, red plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves layered over a plain white T, scuffed work boots complete with a layer of grime ringing the heavy soles. He wore his black hair short and she could see rings from a dark blue tattoo just creeping out above the collar of his shirt.
    Former military. The buzz-cut hair, muscled forearms, stocky build, lounging in the hard wooden chair, denim-clad legs sprawled forward.
    Currently, he was appraising her as openly as she appraised him. Which didn’t surprise her, either. Uniform was forever attracted to uniform. If she pegged him as former military, she bet he’d already pegged her as former law enforcement, some sort of internal radar system pinging both of them onto high alert.
    She took her time crossing the room. Bright, sunny Saturday afternoon, the Starbucks was still jammed, people loading up on mid-afternoon lattes and muffins. She doubted she’d pulled Lopez from work when she’d dialed his cell. Given the military and construction personnel’s reputation for working hard and playing harder, she’d bet she’d pulled him out of bed, or someone else’s bed, where he’d been sleeping off Friday night.
    She went with someone else’s bed. Hence the work clothes, including work boots; all he’d had to drag on when summoned to a last-minute meeting.
    He didn’t look away as she approached. If anything, he met her gaze head-on, a smile playing around the corners of his

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