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The buyer?
“I am,” she replied. “You?”
“I’m interested in lots of things. Micro drones could have interesting applications.”
She tried to guess the accent. It was very elegant and cultured. “I agree,” she said.
“I’m Markus. Markus Weber.”
“Sara Mardis. What business are you in, Markus?”
He smiled. “The business of finding untapped ideas, and helping them reach their full potential. And connecting with the right people.”
The hairs on the back of her neck rose. “So, like venture capital?”
“Something like that.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a large, white card. “Sara, I’m holding a party tomorrow night. It’ll be a chance to connect with some of the wealthiest businesspeople in Europe.” He handed it to her. “To share ideas, do deals. I’d love for you to attend.”
The card was mostly empty, except for a gold-embossed border, and his name printed in the middle. Underneath was Vivante Estate. Geneva.
Geneva? “You’re Swiss?”
Weber inclined his head. “I’ll see you there. It’ll be your chance to handoff anything you think is valuable.” He smiled. “A pleasure meeting you, Sara.”
He strode off.
A second later Cain appeared. “Who was he?”
“I think he was the buyer.”
Cain’s face hardened.
She held up the card. “I’ve been invited to a party. In Switzerland.”
“We’vebeen invited.”
* * *
WatchingJet work was fast becoming one of Cain’s favorite things.
Her fingers moved so fast on the keyboard, and she absorbed the data quickly. She also frowned and muttered a lot. It was both cute and sexy.
He leaned in. “Anything?”
“No.” She swatted him. “Don’t break my concentration.”
They were back at their hotel. She was trying to find everything she could on Markus Weber.
Cain frowned at the card on the table and picked it up, then turned it over. He’d never heard of the guy. And that worried Cain. He’d heard whispers of at least every major player on the international scene.
If this guy had been successfully operating under the radar…
Cain scowled. There had to besomethingon him. No one was a ghost.
He paced away, listening to Jet’s cute mutters. They needed intel. There was no fucking way he’d take Jet into this guy’s no-doubt-heavily-guarded estate without decent intel.
The door to the hotel suite opened, and Killian and Devyn walked in.
Killian was in suit pants and a white shirt, while Devyn wore dark jeans and a black T-shirt. She looked her usual self, and no worse for wear after her late-night escapades.
