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at the incriminating picture again, noting this time that the shot showed him bowing Charlotte back, as if the aggressor, while her hands were against his chest as if pushing him away. Her head was turned as if avoiding his kiss instead of providing access to her slim neck and bared shoulder.

      Fighting for composure, Nolan said gruffly, “I’d like to see the other pictures, just the same.”

      His boss handed him the file.

      Beside Humboldt’s desk, the third man huffed irritably, but Nolan ignored him as he thumbed through the rest of the snapshots. Every one of the images gave the impression that Nolan had been an assailant and Charlotte his unwilling victim. Which was far from the truth. Missing from the file were dozens of other moments in which Charlotte had seduced him, pressured him, ravaged him. He saw now that she’d made a point of staging plenty of poses providing evidence to the contrary. But still he wondered, why?

      He and Charlotte had worked well together. He’d liked her—obviously—and thought they had a good professional and personal relationship. So what had made her turn on him? No. Not turn on him. That indicated a change of heart. For her to plant the camera, pose the pictures and pursue him with the fervor that she had—because she had, in fact, been the instigator, pushing him to violate his professional ethics for the one-night stand—this whole situation had to have been premeditated. Charlotte had used him. Betrayed him.

      “That bitch,” Nolan muttered under his breath.

      The third man puffed up and growled, “I’ll thank you not to speak that way about my wife.”

      Freshly stunned, Nolan jerked his gaze to the older man. “Your wife?”

      “You didn’t know?” Greenley asked.

      Nolan snorted, no longer caring about comportment or respect for his superiors. “Obviously not.”

      He was being railroaded with false charges, and he’d defend himself with everything he had.

      Greenley turned up a palm. “Special Agent O’Toole married the senator five years ago.”

      “Six years ago,” the third man corrected.

      Nolan gave his head a small shake as if he’d heard wrong. “I’m sorry…the senator?”

      Humboldt nodded toward the man in question. “Yes. US Senator George Dell of Nebraska.”

      Holy crap. He’d slept with the wife of a US senator? And Charlotte had said nothing about a husband—certainly not a husband with so much power.

      The bad vibe he’d had even before entering Humboldt’s office had cranked up by a factor of ten. A hundred.

      Nolan’s entire body tensed. Fire flashed through his veins. He thought his heart might pound right through his chest. A kaleidoscope of emotions battled for dominance as his brain numbly processed the accusation and ramifications. He had to lock his knees to keep his shaking legs under him. “Th-this is all, uh…a big misunderstanding.”

      “You’re denying her claims?” Humboldt asked.

      He jerked a stunned gaze to his boss. Humboldt had worked with him long enough to know Nolan’s character better than that. How could his boss even think he was capable of such a heinous thing?

      He threw the folder of photos back on Humboldt’s desk. “Hell yes, I deny it! I’m not a sexual assailant!”

      The senator shoved to his feet, his hands balled. “So you’re calling my wife a liar?”

      Nolan reeled in the curt reply on his tongue at the last possible moment. He needed to be careful what he said, how he said it. He didn’t want his accusers to have any more rope to hang him with. As it was, defending himself from charges of sexual assault would be tricky at best.

      He struggled for a calm tone as he faced the senator, but a throbbing pulse pounded at his temples. “All I can tell you is that I didn’t know Charlotte was married, and what happened between us was not assault. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it was one hundred percent consensual.”

      Nolan stood his ground as the senator took two aggressive steps toward him, the man’s teeth gritted and bared, his face florid. “You son of a—”

      Greenley caught the senator’s arm. “Sir, please. Have a seat.”

      Turning back to Humboldt, Nolan scrubbed a hand down his face. “Sir, you know me. You know these charges are preposterous. I would never…could never…”

      “My personal opinion doesn’t matter.” Humboldt’s expression was stern but apologetic. “A matter of this magnitude requires an internal investigation.”

      An investigation. Somehow knowing the incident would be explored gave Nolan a seed of hope. Surely the investigation would uncover the truth. He’d be exonerated and his name cleared, his reputation—

      “Until the investigation is complete, you’re hereby suspended without pay—”

      “What!” he shouted, gut punched.

      “Effective immediately.” Humboldt stuck his hand out. “I need your badge and your service weapon.”

      Nolan gaped at his boss. This couldn’t be happening. His career was everything to him. This smear to his character and reputation, even if found innocent, would follow him forever.

      He cut a glance to Greenley, praying for reprieve, but met a stony countenance.

      “I swear I didn’t… I’d never…” He shook his head, and his chest contracted so hard he couldn’t catch his breath.

      Humboldt’s hand was still extended to him, but Nolan refused to let the senator, whose smug grin gnawed at Nolan, see him surrender his weapon.

      “This is bullshit!” Nolan turned on his heel and marched out of the office.

      He’d made it as far as the elevator when Humboldt caught up to him. “Nolan, wait!”

      Whirling around, he jabbed a finger toward his boss—ex-boss?—and growled, “You know I didn’t do what she’s accusing me of. I would never take advantage of a woman that way! Hell, man, you trusted me to drive your daughter to her apartment after the barbecue back in July!”

      “I have no choice,” Humboldt said, holding out his hand, palm up, again. “Damn it, Nolan. My hands are tied. It’s your word against hers, and she has incriminating photographs.”

      Seething, Nolan unfastened his holster and slapped his service weapon into his boss’s hand. “Yeah, well-selected photos. But where are the ones of the times in between the posed shots? She was all over me, Dean. It was her idea, and she took the lead, no matter what the pictures say.”

      “Your badge and ID.”

      Nolan groaned his frustration as he fished in his pocket for his credentials. “We’ve had this discussion before—how much we both abhor the sort of man who harasses and demeans women. God, it makes me sick to be lumped in the same category with scum like that!” He smacked his FBI shield and ID wallet into Humboldt’s hand. “I have no idea what’s behind all this. But, please, Dean, don’t let them railroad me. This has to be political, or… I don’t know. But it’s a load of crap. I swear!”

      To his credit, Humboldt looked grief stricken as he shook his head. “Go home, Nolan. Use the time to…go fishing or see old friends.”

      He scoffed. “Fishing? That’s all you have for me?”

      His boss lifted a shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

      Nolan jabbed the elevator button before deciding to take the stairs. He had adrenaline to burn off. Stalking away, he fisted his hands at his sides. The injustice clawed at him. After so many years working to get where he was within the Bureau, it had been snatched away in a heartbeat. And the best his boss had was “Go fishing or

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