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his Subaru, hoping he hadn’t moved out of range during the events of the night. The camera hidden in the bill of his cap transmitted about five hundred feet, but Marcus had run around the block looking for the shooter. He found the file and clicked it open, crossing his fingers. Hopefully the camera had captured something worthwhile, something he hadn’t seen with his eyes.
    ‘What a fucking waste,’ he muttered in the quiet of his office as he stared grimly at Tala’s terrified face on his laptop screen, knowing that in a few seconds he’d see her die. He listened once again as she worried about her family.
    He heard himself demand who she was afraid of. Heard her whispered reply: ‘The man. His wife. They own us.’
    And then – a split second before he heard the shot – he saw it. A flicker in her eyes. Terrified recognition.
    Not only had she seen who shot her, she’d known the shooter .
    ‘Sonofabitch,’ he snarled, ignoring the short stab of pain in his back as he leaned forward too quickly, his gaze locked on the screen. Please, please, let the camera have gotten something.
    The video lurched, the camera on the bill of the ball cap sweeping across the bricks of the alley in a blur as Marcus had spun to see behind him. When the picture refocused, the entrance to the alley was empty, just as he remembered. He’d begun running then, the camera jumping all over the place as he looked for the gunman – or woman – but when he got to the end of the alley, the shooter was gone.
    The camera spun again as he’d turned back to see Tala lying on the asphalt, her polo shirt already soaked with blood.
    ‘Sonofa fucking bitch.’ The oath cracked out of the speaker as he watched himself run back to start first aid. ‘ Tala! ’
    Marcus sat back with a sigh. The camera had picked up nothing more than his eyes had. The video would be of no use to Scarlett Bishop.
    Still, he rewound and watched again, this time focusing on Tala’s mouth, turning up the volume at the point where he’d started first aid, hoping the camera’s microphone had picked up more words than those he’d relayed to the police.
    But once again, there was nothing new. Tala hadn’t said anything else, at least not loudly enough to be recorded. He disconnected the hard drive from his confidential laptop, hooked it up to his official, on-the-books office computer, and sent the video files to Scarlett Bishop as he’d promised.
    He glanced at the clock. Plenty of time before Gayle arrived. He needed to check the list of threats she’d been compiling for the past few years. He didn’t believe there was any chance that he’d been the target, but if Gayle found him looking at the list, she’d know something was up. More importantly, if he was still here when she arrived, she’d take one look at him and know he’d been hurt. She’d make a fuss and then the whole staff would be in his business. Worse still, she would tell his mother.
    He’d always trusted Gayle to keep his secrets and she’d never betrayed him, not even once in all the years he’d known her. And he’d asked her to keep some very big secrets. But she’d made it clear from the beginning that his physical health was one area that she would not keep from his mother.
    Marcus wasn’t sure his mother could stand the shock of hearing he’d been shot again. She seemed to be holding on by the slimmest of threads since Mikhail’s murder. Hell, even his sister Audrey had been minding her Ps and Qs. She hadn’t been arrested once in nine months.
    Marcus would not be the one to upset the family apple cart. Not right now. He needed a few hours’ sleep, a hot shower, and an ice pack for his back before he let any of them see him. But he’d promised Scarlett Bishop the list of threats, and Marcus O’Bannion kept his promises.
    Once he’d sent her the list, he’d focus on the story. He’d give it to Stone. His brother was currently between the assignments he did for the magazine he