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A chill went through her. “You’re not Miguel Garza.”
A satisfied smile crossed his handsome face. “Not at all,but you are the lovely Louisa Ward, and the job at 4L is a cover for what youreally do.”
She pushed back from the table. “I’m afraid I need to go. Ifyou have questions, you should ask my boss. It seems like you know him, so Idon’t have to give you his number.”
His hand shot out, gripping her elbow as she tried to walkaway. “I don’t think so, love. I’d like to leave Ian Taggart out of this.”
She twisted her arm out of his grip. “Like I said, talk tomy boss. I don’t know who you are or what group you’re with, but I’m not aboutto sit here and talk to you.”
He sighed but sat back, looking like a superhot brat prince.“We can certainly do this the hard way, if you like.”
She wasn’t doing this—whatever this was—at all. She had amillion questions, but she knew what protocol insisted she do. Get out of thesituation and call base. She was reaching for her cell when she hit the door,pushing through to the street.
Well, that’s what she meant to do. But the door didn’tbudge. It was locked.
She turned back and realized at some point the café hademptied. When she’d entered there had been a couple of people, but they hadgone and no one had taken their places. Given the time of day, this placeshould have been packed.
Situational awareness. She was going to get such a lecture.
The man she should have known wasn’t Miguel Garza stood,adjusting his jacket. “It’s only you and me. I’m afraid I’ve taken over thisnice establishment. No one is coming in or out. And that one will not help you.She’s with me.”
The woman who’d made their coffee was pulling the shadesdown. She turned off the Open sign.
A little panic went through Lou as the windows were covered.She was alone, and no one could see inside.
“Let’s take a drive, you and I,” he offered like this was anormal date and not a kidnapping.
“I don’t think so.” Adrenaline started pumping through hersystem.
“I must insist.” He nodded to the woman who now held asemiautomatic in her left hand.
“You should do what he says, Ms. Ward.” The woman haddropped the flat American accent and sounded every bit as British as hercoworker. “If you talk quickly, you might avoid his seduction routine.”
The Brit frowned her way. “My seduction routine ispractically perfect. Send the signal we’ve got the package and we’re comingin.”
She was the package, and she wasn’t about to go anywherewith them.
“Don’t bother with your phone,” he said. “It’s not going towork now. It won’t work in the car, either. Neither will your locator. You’rewelcome for that. I happen to know there’s a location device that was plantedunder your right shoulder when you joined the Agency. I don’t want to have torip that out. Don’t want to leave a scar on a girl as pretty as you.”
So he had a jammer working. It would stop her cell serviceand block her locator if anyone thought to look for her. Of course he wasn’tcounting on the fact that it would still show this location since it would bethe last place it had pinged. At least her team would have a place to startlooking. “Who are you?”
She followed him through the back of the café, the womanwith the gun solidly behind her.
She had to wait for her moment.
“That isn’t important,” he replied, holding the door to thekitchen open. It was perfectly quiet. “What is important is the identity of aman known as The Jester, and your team seems to hold the clue to that.”
She was confused as to why this dude thought she knewanything. “Give my boss a call. I’m strictly tech support.”
“Oh, you’re so much more than that. You’re the real brainsbehind that team.” He unlocked the door that led to the alley behind thebuilding, and she caught sight of a limo parked outside. The woman moved aroundher, opening the driver’s door and sliding inside. “Don’t try anything, Louisa.I would hate to have to hurt you.”
She was outnumbered, but now the woman was starting up thecar, and her captor didn’t have a gun in his hand. She wasn’t going downwithout a fight. If she got in that car, she had no idea what they would dowith her.
She wished she’d stayed in bed with TJ, wished her pridehadn’t forced her to take this stupid date.
“You’re perfectly safe,” the Brit said, offering to help herinto the car. “You have my word as a gentleman.”
The Brit was a liar.
