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“Look up the definition of mole.”
“Your language is inadequate. Whatever the proper word is, you are the source of the information leaks.”
She recoiled when he said that.
“But that does not mean you bear fault.”
“How could it not?”
He shouldn’t have said anything to her, but he believed she was an unwitting part of a larger conspiracy. He’d hoped she’d share everything she knew, but she didn’t trust him. The footage proved she was involved…somehow.
“They’ll brand me a traitor, Z. Anyone who gives information to the slaversisa traitor. Despite what you saw on that footage, I’m not the leak.”
“It’s more complicated than one meeting. That og’dal ended up dead. Explain the video and why you were with his body.”
“What makes you think I was in the warehouse?”
“I scented you there, Magdalena. You are involved. Let. Me. Help. You.”
Thick, lush blonde hair swayed as she shook her head. “I don’t know anything. Honestly, Zirkov, I have no memory of what’s on that video.”
He ran his hands up and down her upper arms slowly, trying to… Drekk. He wasn’t sure what he intended, other than fulfilling that insatiable need to touch her. He shoved his hands behind him.
“Marshal Walsh, I have a duty to report everything I’ve found to Galactic Intelligence. According to the protocols of the alliance, they will share the information with Earth Intelligence. Unless you explain your involvement, I may not be able to delay much longer.”
She placed her hand on his arm and rotated his wrist. “Let me see the footage from the park again.”
Suddenly, her scent deepened, more floral than before, while her fingers caressed his arm like a calming balm to heated skin. He wanted to explore her and understand how she affected him like this, but she was finally cooperating.
“Thank you, Maggie. For giving me a chance.” Zirkov tapped his comm, bringing up the video.
Maggie watched the footage. “Bu’Tay,” she said, her color dropping three shades.
Zirkov’s horns shot forward. He had his proof. Maggie knew the slaver she claimed she’d never met.
* * *
MAGGIE
Maggie mutteredthe name of a male she hadn’t recognized when she’d woken up slumped over his body, a male she was still convinced she’d never met. But she was also sure the name fit that og’dal.
“You know him.” Zirkov’s voice fell into that command mode he used so often.
She lifted her eyes to him. Neither his voice nor his face held any warmth. Had he been playing her? Smooth-talking her to get her to reveal information? Every agent had his own interrogation style, and those often changed with the circumstances.
“You don’t believe I’m innocent.” She headed for his office door.
“What I believe is irrelevant. The facts, Magdalena. I need facts. How do you know this og’dal?”
She spun around. “I don’t know. I just do. His name is Bu’Tay, but that’s not his full og’dal name. It’s the one he used working for…” She could almost see the name in her head, but then a flash of pain dissolved the memory and she doubled over.
Before she struck the floor, Zirkov caught her and cradled her against his enormous chest. “You’re ill.”
“I’m just tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Because you’ve been meeting criminals in the middle of the night.”
She lifted her eyes to him. “I don’t remember meeting anyone.”
