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“I apologize for the room,” Turego said smoothly, bestowing one of his toothpaste-ad smiles on her. “Hopefully, we won’t be here long. Alfonso will stay with you while I question our friend about his activities, and who hired him to abduct you.”
What he meant was that she was also under guard. Jane didn’t protest, not wanting to arouse his suspicions even more, but her skin crawled. She was very much afraid of the form his “questioning” would take. She had to think of something fast! But nothing came to mind, and Turego tilted her chin up to kiss her again. “I won’t be long,” he murmured. “Alfonso, watch her carefully. I would be very upset if someone stole her from me again.”
Jane thought she recognized Alfonso as one of the guards who had been at the plantation. When Turego had gone, closing the door behind him, Jane gave Alfonso a slow glance from under lowered lashes and essayed a tentative smile. He was fairly young and good-looking. He had probably been warned against her, but still he couldn’t help responding to her smile.
“You were a guard at the plantation?” she asked in Spanish.
He gave a reluctant nod.
“I thought I recognized you. I never forget a good-looking man,” she said with more enthusiasm than precision, her pronunciation mangled just enough to bring a hint of amusement to Alfonso’s face. She wondered if he knew what Turego was up to, or if he had been told some fabrication about protecting her.
Whatever he had been told, he wasn’t inclined toward conversation. Jane poked around the room, looking for anything to use as a weapon, but trying not to be obvious about it. She kept straining her ears for any sound from the warehouse, her nerves jumping. What was Turego doing? If he harmed Grant…
How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten? Or less than that? She had no idea, but suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer, and she went to the door. Alfonso stretched his arm in front of her, barring her way.
“I want to see Turego,” she said impatiently. “It’s too hot to wait in here.”
“You must stay here.”
“Well, I won’t! Don’t be such a stuffed shirt, Alfonso; he won’t mind. You can come with me, if you can’t let me out of your sight.”
She ducked under his arm and had the door open before he could stop her. With a muffled oath he came after her, but Jane darted through the door and the connecting offices. Just as she entered the main warehouse she heard the sickening thud of a fist against flesh, and the blood drained from her face.
Two men held Grant between them, holding him up by his bound arms, while another stood before him, rubbing his fist. Turego stood to the side, a small, inhuman smile on his lips. Grant’s head sagged forward on his chest, and drops of blood spotted the floor at his feet.
“This silence will gain you nothing but more pain, my friend,” Turego said softly. “Tell me who hired you. That is all I want to know, for now.”
Grant said nothing, and one of the men holding him grabbed a fistful of hair, jerking his head up. Just before Alfonso took her arm, Jane saw Grant’s face, and she jerked free, driven by a wild strength.
“Turego!” she cried shrilly, drawing everyone’s attention to her. Turego’s brows snapped together over his nose.
“What are you doing here? Alfonso, take her back!”
“No!” she yelled, pushing Alfonso away. “It’s too hot back there, and I won’t stay! Really, this is too much! I’ve had a miserable time in that jungle, and I thought when you rescued m
e that I’d be comfortable again, but no, you drag me to this miserable dump and leave me in that grungy little room. I insist that you take me to a hotel!”
“Jane, Jane, you don’t understand these things,” Turego said, coming up to her and taking her arm. “Just a few moments more and he will tell me what I want to know. Aren’t you interested in knowing who hired him?” He turned her away, leading her back to the offices again. “Please be patient, love.”
Jane subsided, letting herself be led docilely away. She risked a quick glance back at Grant and his captors, and saw that they were waiting for Turego’s return before resuming the beating. He was sagging limply in their grasp, unable even to stand erect.
“You are to stay here,” Turego said sternly when they reached the office again. “Promise me, yes?”
“I promise,” Jane said, turning toward him with a smile on her face; he never saw the blow coming. She caught him under the nose with the bridge of her hand, snapping his head back and making blood spurt. Before he could yell with pain or surprise, she slammed her elbow into his solar plexus and he doubled over with an agonized grunt. As if in a well-choreographed ballet, she brought her knee up under his unprotected chin, and Turego collapsed like a stuffed doll. Jane cast a quick thought of thanks to her father for insisting that she take all of those self-defense classes, then bent down and quickly jerked the pistol from Turego’s holster.
Just as she started through the doorway again, a shot reverberated through the tin building, and she froze in horror. “No,” she moaned, then launched herself toward the sound.
* * *
WHEN JANE HAD HURLED herself into Turego’s arms, Grant had been seized by a fury so consuming that a mist of red had fallen over his vision, but he’d been trained to control himself, and that control had held, even though he had been on the edge of madness. Then the mist had cleared, and cold contempt had taken its place. Hell, what had he expected? Jane was a survivor, adept at keeping her feet. First she had charmed Turego, then Grant had stolen her from Turego and she’d charmed him as effortlessly as she had put Turego under her spell. Now Turego was back, and since he had the upper hand, it was a case of So long, Sullivan. He even felt a sort of bitter admiration for the way she had so quickly and accurately summed up the situation, then known exactly the tone to set to begin bringing Turego back to heel.
Still, the sense of betrayal was staggering, and nothing would have pleased him at that moment as much as to get his hands on her. Damn her for being a lying, treacherous little bitch! He should have known, should have suspected that her patented look of wide-eyed innocence was nothing but a well-rehearsed act.
The old instincts, only partially shelved, suddenly returned in full force. Forget about the bitch. He had to look out for himself first, then see to her. She was curling in Turego’s arms like a cat, while Grant knew that his own future was nonexistent unless he did some fast thinking.
Part of the thinking was done for him when Turego put two and two together and came up with an accurate guess about Grant’s identity. A year had been far too short a time for people in the business to even begin forgetting him. After he’d disappeared, his absence had probably made his reputation grow to legendary proportions. Well, let Turego think that he was after the missing microfilm, too; Grant felt no compunction about using Jane in any way he could. She’d not only used him, she’d had him dancing to her tune like a puppet on a fancy little string. If he hadn’t agreed to bring her out of Costa Rica, he would have wished the joy of her on Turego, and gotten himself out any way he could. But he’d taken the job, so he had to finish it—if he came out of this alive. When he got his hands on her again she’d find that there would be no more kid-glove treatment.
Turego was curious. With his hands tied behind his back, supported between two of the hired goons, Grant found out just how curious.
