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PROLOGUE (OWEN)
Where is she?
I keep my head low, but my eyes are all over the place, trying to locate my target. It isn’t easy with my hair hanging in my eyes, though.
Usually, I keep a clean shaved head, but I don’t have to act homeless.
Homeless and sick, of course. Which is why I ‘need’ medical help.
Who the fuck is that?
I recognize the guy who’s just walked in. Tall, menacing, sharp eyes… I’ve seen those eyes before, but I can’t place him. I need him to turn and face me.
But if he turns and faces me, and recognizes me too, I’m gunna need to grab my gun.
“Sir, are you all right?” A receptionist grabs my attention. Remembering the rouse, I clutch my stomach and moan. “It won’t be long. We’ll have a nurse with you soon.”
I nod, praying for the right nurse.
I only want to see Emma O’Connell. No one else will do.
Fuck, I stink.
I know I need to smell or no one will believe that I’ve been living in the streets for years, with nowhere else to go. The people working in this clinic are angels really; they will helpanyone. Even a man like me with the scruffiest beard known to man.
But sometimes, even good people are targeted.
Automatically, I sit up a little straighter when the man settles across from me. My heart starts to pound with anticipation. Is shit about to go down here?
But he doesn’t even glance my way.
I guess my undercover disguise is working for me.
Maybe that’s why I have the reputation I do. I’veneverfailed a job before, and I won’t ever. That’s not me.
“Wilson Anderson.”
That name flies through the air, everyone shuffling in their seats as disappointment ricochets through them. I don’t know why they’re so pissed off. I’ve been here for ages!
“Wilson Anderson.”
Oh fuck.
That’s me.
I gave the name in such a hurry that I didn’t even think about it. But now it’s time. Still groaning, I rise to my feet and shuffle forwards.
At least I can play off the mistake by being ‘too sick’.
I’ve been watching Emma O’Connell for long enough to know she’s on shift tonight, but there are another couple of nurses, too. I wasn’t listening carefully enough to the voice to be sure that it was her.
I need to know.
How the hell am I going to find out?
The idea flashes through my mind, a way to check I’m being seen by the right person. I reach across and grab the nearest chair, groaning louder like the pain has gotten worse.
But I miss the chair.
