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“You heard me.”
More silence.
“Give me half an hour. I’ll be there.”
Click.
A few months ago, Mark called me in on a complicated mission to rescue his kidnapped girlfriend, Carrie. Ex-DEA, ex-Special Ops, and probably ex-secret agencies even Senator Bosworth doesn’t know about, Paulson has the most strategic mind I’ve ever seen. He’s like a chess grandmaster combined with a ruthless mercenary.
Which makes him my second in command at my private security company.
He’s second in name only, though. Called in only for extreme missions, Paulson’s trying to lay low and recover from the hell of having his woman nearly chopped into pieces and enjoyed by one of the most perverted drug and sex slave smugglers in U.S. history.
But enough about that.
Lindsay just stole my gun and ran away.
“Fuck.” The truth of it starts to sink in. I anchor myself with facts.
Fact: that gun is not registered, has no ID number, and cannot be tracked back to me.
Fact: the three targets who defiled her four years ago are texting and taunting her.
Fact: the three targets tried to kill her with her own car.
Fact: she managed to escape a perimeter set up with nine of the best military-trained security guys in the world.
Fact: I can still taste her on my tongue.
“Sir?” Gentian walks into the room with a hard, tight face. “We found tracks in the....” His voice drops off as his eyes travel to my throat. He stares.
I look down.
The tag of my t-shirt sticks out. I’ve put my shirt on backwards and inside out.
So much for pretense.
“Did something happen between you and Lindsay last night, sir?” His eyes go dark.
“What do you think?” He’s treading on very dangerous territory now.
“Did she run away because of you, sir?” His point is crystal clear.
Before I can punch him, impulse control kicks in. I plant my hands on my hips, take in a deep breath, and start to laugh.
It’s a bitter sound.
I’ve trained him well. He’s putting the client’s welfare ahead of pleasing his boss.
Good man.
“Nothing happened between us that would cause her to steal my weapon and run away.”
Gentian’s eyes fly wide open. “Your weapon?”
“Yeah.”
He knows better than to react further. “Is that confidential?”
