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He squeezed his eyes closed briefly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I shouldn’t have yelled, but I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“Me?” She jabbed an index finger at her chest. “You don’t know if you can trust me? You’re the one who whisked me away from the lab, led me into an ambush and then threatened to kill me.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “That wasn’t a threat. I don’t make threats.”
His words hung in the space between them, their meaning clear. This man would strike without warning and without mercy. The fact that she still sat beside him, living and breathing, attested to the fact that despite his misgivings he must trust her at least a little bit.
“You warned me that you were a killer, like Simon.”
“What exactly do you think the agents of...Prospero do if not kill?”
“You kill when it’s necessary. You kill to protect the country. You kill in self-defense.”
“Is that what you think Simon was doing?”
She stuffed her hands beneath her thighs. “No, but that’s what you were doing when you took him out.”
He nodded once and his jaw hardened again. “I won’t hurt you, Ava.”
She swallowed. His repetition of the phrase sent a spiral of fear down her spine. Was he trying to convince her or convince himself?
“Tell me where I can drop you off, and you’ll be fine. Friends? Family?”
“I told you, I don’t have any friends or family in this area.” She pushed the hair from her face in a sharp gesture, suddenly angry at him for forcing her to admit that pathetic truth.
“I can take you to an airport and get you on a plane to anywhere.”
“No.” She shook her head and her hair whipped across her face again. “Before I get on a plane to anywhere, I want you to explain yourself. What happened to Simon? Why did you blame me? Why did Simon attack the lab?”
“If you don’t know, it’s not safe for me to tell you.”
“Bull.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Those two men were waiting for me at my house. I wasn’t safe back there, and I’m not safe now. What you tell is not going to make it any worse than it already is. And you know that.”
Lights twinkled ahead, and she realized they’d circled back into the city after a detour on a desert highway so that he could make sure they hadn’t been followed.
He pointed to a sign with an airplane on it. “I can take you straight to the airport and buy you a ticket back home to your family. You can contact the CIA and tell them what happened. The agency will help you.”
“But the agency is not going to tell me what’s going on. I want to know. I deserve to know after you accused me of being complicit in Simon’s breakdown.”
“You were.”
She smacked her hands on the dashboard. “Stop saying that. This is what I mean. You can’t throw around accusations like that without backing them up.”
He aimed the car for the next exit and left the highway. “It’s going to be morning soon. Let’s get off the road, get some rest. I’ll tell you everything, and then you’re getting on that plane.”
She sat quietly as Max followed the signs to the airport. He turned onto a boulevard lined with airport hotels and rolled into the parking lot of a midrange highrise, anonymous and nondescript.
He dragged a bag from the trunk of the car and left the keys with the valet parking attendant.
She hadn’t realized how exhausted she was until they walked through the empty lobby of the hotel.
A front desk clerk jumped up from behind the counter. “Do you need a room?”
“Yeah.” Max reached for the back pocket of his camouflage pants. Without the bulletproof vest, the black jacket and the ski mask, he looked almost normal. Could the hotel clerk feel the waves of tension vibrating off Max’s body? Did he notice the tight set of Max’s jaw? The way his dark eyes seemed to take in everything around him with a single glance? Normal was not a word she’d use to describe Max Duvall.
“Credit card?”
“We don’t use one. Filed for bankruptcy not too long ago.” Max offered up a tight smile along with a stack of bills. “We’ll pay cash for one night.”
