Page 52 of The Kite


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“Mrs Taleb,” Harry said. He was clearly not the first Australian she’d met. “If you have a name of any other Australian—”

“Harry,” Asher hissed at him.

Harry ignored him and spoke directly to Mrs Taleb. “We may have reason to believe the man who gave the order to kill your husband was Australian. If you have a name, any name, of anyone your husband may have dealt with or spoken to, I promise you we will find them.”

She stared at him, her chest rising and falling, her eyes defiant. “And you will make them pay?”

Harry nodded. “You have my word.”

Then she told them all she knew.

Asher schooled his expression, his reaction, and very politely thanked her again for her time, and they walked out. He was even calm as he drove a block or two, and Harry was reluctant to admit it was unnerving.

“She—”

“Ce dracu’!” he yelled. He thumped the steering wheel. “Ce nu ai în?eles?” Then he thumped his own head. “E?ti prost?”

Harry wasn’t sure what language that was. Maybe Slovakian? Possibly Turkish.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

That one was in English.

“I got us an answer!”

“I told you to let me do the talking!” Asher mumbled something else, cursed again, and huffed out a sigh. “Who taught you your interview techniques? A wrecking ball?”

Harry wasn’t one bit sorry. “I got us an answer. I got us a whole lot of answers. As soon as she heard my accent, she reacted. You saw it. I know you did.”

“I was getting the information from her.”

“I got it a whole lot quicker. And I got physical proof.” He held up a USB.

Asher growled and literally gnashed his teeth. “I want to shoot you so bad right now. Right in the fucking head.”

Harry really wasn’t sure why Asher was so pissed. Harry did get them exactly what they’d needed. But, he had to admit, it was fun having Asher be the pissed off one for a change. “Is this your idea of foreplay? Because I’m a little confused. Are we starting early?”

Asher glared at him, hard. But then he had to look out the window because the fucker smiled. “I really hate you right now.”

Harry chuckled. “You are flirting. My God. If you want to find us a motel, I can fix you right up.”

Asher shot him a look before concentrating on driving. “I told you not to tease me.”

“And I told you to be careful what you wish for.”

Asher chewed on his tongue, his knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and he levelled a glare at Harry. It was both heated and daring.

He really was getting off on this.

The truth was, Harry was enjoying it too. They’d had two sexual encounters in a few days and Harry couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so lucky. And if he was being honest with himself, Harry would love some more. The idea of finding some dank motel, bending Asher over the bed, and burying himself inside him, again and again, wasveryappealing.

Harry’s dick was extremely interested.

He shook his head and ignored the ache in his balls. “We need to find out what’s on the USB, and everything we can about Solaris Global.”

It wasn’t the name of amanMrs Taleb knew. It was a company name.

A company that her husband had worked with, written reports for, and in the end, fought with. A company that had been skimming product and profit from its clients for years.

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