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But at least she’d filed her report.
She glanced at the man in the front seat and frowned.
He was probably six foot three. He had broad shoulders and a nice face. Dark hair with a touch of wave curled around his hat.
She’d put him in his mid-thirties if she had to guess, a few years older than she was.
But she had to remain guarded.
The stranger in the driver’s seat could very well have been hired by Victor.
Even if he wasn’t . . . an aura of mystery surrounded him.
There was more to this guy than he was letting on.
And that made Andi not trust him.
* * *
Duke’s mind raced as he stared at the road ahead.
What had just happened?
Why in the world would someone fire at them?
There had to be something this woman wasn’t telling him, more to her story.
Now his clients were possibly in danger. They were definitely terrified.
Who wouldn’t be in a situation like this?
Tension mounted between his shoulders.
Wind continued to rush inside his SUV, and Mother Nature pierced her sharp, cold fingers into them as they sped down the road. Thankfully, Simmy’s place wasn’t far away.
For a moment, Duke felt like he was back in Afghanistan. He’d served as a soldier for eight years before going to work for the CID. He vividly remembered the gunfire in the dusty landscape. The battle. The danger.
It seemed he hadn’t left the peril behind.
And this had all started when he ran into Frostbite today.
He glanced in the rearview mirror at the woman, who pensively looked out the window. Creases formed on her forehead, and her lips were drawn into a tight line.
“I’m Duke McAllister, by the way.” Even to his own ears, his voice had lost some of its earlier friendliness.
The woman had him on edge. Something about her story didn’t add up.
At first, he’d thought she was a victim.
But what if it were the opposite? What if she was playing some kind of dangerous game?
If so, two innocent people’s lives were at stake—Mariella and Matthew.
Duke wouldn’t let anything happen to them on his watch.
“Andi.” She didn’t offer a last name. But she sat with her bag in her lap, her hand near the opening as if poised to reach for her gun if necessary.
He hoped giving her a ride didn’t end up being a mistake.
