LITMIR.BIZ

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I scanned you—thoroughly.” He tipped his head to a small camera-like device positioned over the front doors. “If you’d been carrying concealed, I would have already disarmed you.”

      That caused her heart to drop even further. What had she gotten herself into? And better yet, how could she get herself out of it?

      He opened a door and maneuvered her inside. Even though she didn’t stand a chance of overpowering him, Kinley got ready to fight back. She gripped her purse so she could use it to hit him.

      But Jordan didn’t attack her. He turned on the lights and shut the door. The room was filled with wall monitors, desks, computers and other equipment. No people though. She was very much alone with a man who might kill her.

      “This is Sentron’s command center,” he explained. “Soundproof and secure. We won’t be overheard here.”

      Which meant there’d be no one to hear her if she screamed.

      He took out the PDA again and began to flick through more pictures. There was one from her college yearbook. Another of her in an airport terminal. Her passport photo. But the bulk was from newspaper articles when she’d been reported missing and presumed dead two years ago.

      “There’s about three million dollars’ worth of equipment in this room, including facial recognition software. When I realized you had me under surveillance, I pulled up every image in every available databank.” Jordan turned, aimed those eyes at her again. “I know who you are, Kinley Ford.”

      Since she didn’t know how to respond to that, she didn’t say anything.

      “You’re twenty-eight. Not a natural blonde. You have a Ph.D. in Chemical Engineering from University of Texas. Two years ago the research lab where you worked exploded, and everyone thought you were dead. You obviously weren’t. You surfaced again fourteen months ago, only to disappear again. Now you’re here.” He outstretched his hands. “Why?”

      Kinley chose her words carefully. “I knew Shelly.”

      He drew his arms back in, clicked off his PDA. “Did you have something to do with her murder?”

      “No.” But Kinley knew she didn’t sound very convincing. “Did you?”

      For the first time, she saw some emotion. For just a second, there was something in his eyes. Not pain, exactly. But some sentiment that he quickly reined in. “No.” He didn’t sound any more convincing than she had.

      They stared at each other.

      “You knew Shelly,” Kinley accused.

      He nodded. “She was a former business associate. I fired her because she was embezzling from me.”

      Yes. She’d read all about that. “And she was your lover. I saw a picture of you two in the newspaper.” In the photo, Shelly hadn’t been able to conceal the attraction she was feeling. It’d come through even in a grainy black-and-white image. Not for Jordan, though. In that photo, he was wearing the same poker face he had now.

      “What do you want?” he asked.

      “The truth. Among other things, I want to know who killed Shelly and why.”

      For just a second, his mouth froze around the syllable he’d been about to say. Then, he obviously rethought his response. “What other things?”

      Kinley blinked, because that’d been a slip of the tongue. “I was her client. And her friend.” She had to pause and take a deep breath. “I left something important with her.”

      Mercy, had she stuttered on the word important?

      Her nerves were so raw now that she didn’t know. “I tried to retrieve the item,” she continued, “but then I learned her office was destroyed and that she was dead.”

      She didn’t think for a minute that Jordan was just going to accept her explanation. No. The question came immediately. “What kind of item?”

      “That’s personal.” And she’d had more than enough of this intimidation. Kinley straightened her shoulders, tucked her purse beneath her arm and started for the door.

      She didn’t make it far.

      Jordan stepped in front of her, blocking her path and sending her straight into him. He was solid. She learned that the hard way when her breasts landed against his chest. If he had any reaction to the contact, he didn’t show it. He merely stepped back so that he was right in front of the door.

      “Who sent you here?” he demanded.

      “No one.” That was the first real truth she’d told tonight. “And I’m leaving.”

      “Not now, you’re not.” He blocked her again when she tried to go around him. When Kinley tried again, he caught her, whirled her around and pinned her against the door. “Who knows you’re here?”

      It wasn’t a question she’d anticipated, and now it was her turn to study his eyes to see what had prompted him to bring up one of her biggest concerns. “Obviously your people know.”

      “Just Cody. And he doesn’t know your real name. He thinks you came because I wanted to have sex with you. So, who knows you’re here?”

      “No one. I’ve been careful.”

      He gave a slight eye roll and tipped his head toward the PDA where he had pictures of her. “If I saw you, someone else could have, too.”

      True. And that terrified her. It had terrified her from day one, but even that wasn’t enough to make her stop this search. She had to know if Jordan had the answers she needed.

      Well, one answer in particular.

      “What’s this really all about?” she asked, hating that her voice was shaky. Heck, she was shaking. And the full-body contact he was giving her wasn’t helping. She felt trapped. Threatened.

      “I want to know the same thing,” he countered. “What item did you leave with Shelly?”

      She shook her head. “I can’t say.”

      “You mean you won’t.”

      “Can’t,” she insisted. She met his gaze. “What do you know about this?”

      He stayed quiet a moment. “I figure if you take what I know and what you know, we’ll have a complete picture. So, you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine. You first.”

      Kinley considered that and then considered the alternative. She couldn’t afford a stalemate. Nor could she afford the consequences of what would happen if she spilled all. So, she took it slowly. “I honestly don’t know who killed Shelly.”

      “But you know who was after her and why,” he snapped.

      “Maybe.” She groaned. “Look, I can’t think like this. Just back up.”

      To her surprise, he did, and then made an impatient circular motion with his right index finger to signal her to keep talking.

      Best to start at the beginning, she thought. That was the easy part. Too bad she didn’t know if she could trust him with the ending.

      “Shelly’s death could be linked to what happened at the Bassfield Research Facility where I worked,” Kinley explained. “Secrets went missing. Illegal deals were made. The authorities have caught some people responsible, but since there might have been others involved in the illegal activity, they thought it best that I be placed in witness protection in another state.”

      “Yet you’re here,” he pointed out. “Not in witness protection but at my company’s Christmas party.”

      Kinley was certain she couldn’t keep the emotion or the heartbreak out of her expression. “Finding the item I left with Shelly is critical. It’s worth the risk of leaving witness protection.”

      “And you think I know where this…‘item’

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