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chance to wake up and point a finger?”
    Sound reasoning. Hell, why hadn’t he thought of that? More irritatingly, Quinn wondered why he hadn’t expected that from her. Why couldn’t he get a read on Miranda Murdock? She was antagonistic yet insecure. She was a physical woman, yet she also showed a keen intellect.
    Michael, fortunately, wasn’t wasting any time of the puzzle of Miranda Murdock. “So whoever served them that coffee is either someone they know and trust, or it was done by someone they never saw at all.”
    David thundered back across the room. “If you’re suggesting that one of my men is behind this—”
    “Check them out,” Quinn ordered.
    “—after I’ve personally and thoroughly screened every last one of them.”
    Damn it, this was his company, his family that was being threatened. He paid Damiani a lot of money to follow his commands. “Screen them again.”
    Michael was a little more diplomatic. “It’d narrow down our list of suspects. Your men were drugged outside the gate because the perp couldn’t get inside. Security’s still good here.”
    No wonder he was one of KCPD’s top negotiators. A deep breath heaved through David’s barrel chest and his burst of defensive temper dissipated. “But if they can figure out how to get to them out there, it’s only a matter of time before they figure out how to get past my men and the protocols here. I’d better not have a mole on my team.”
    “Let’s change up the protocols,” Quinn suggested, thankful that someone in the room could keep his head. “I want your best men on this, David. And find out who the hell drugged those guards.”
    “Daddy?” A soft voice from the hallway turned all four adults toward the open door. Fiona hugged her doll against her chest, her blue eyes wide as they sought out Quinn’s. “Why you angwy?”
    Quinn glared at the guard lurking behind her in the hallway. A grown man couldn’t keep a little girl in her room for an hour?
    “She insisted we come down here,” the man apologized.
    Condemning his own raised voice, Quinn dismissed the guard and scooped Fiona up into his arms, turning her so she wouldn’t get a glimpse of the mutilated doll on his desk. “What are you doing here, sweetie? I thought you were watching the new movie Santa brought you up in your room.”
    Her small fingers splayed across his cheek. “Petwa wants more cookies.”
    Quinn shifted his gaze to the fraying embroidery of the doll’s blue eyes. “I think Petra has had enough sweets for one day.” He pressed a kiss against the delicate fingers on his cheek. “So have you, young lady.”
    Her tiny mouth stretched with a yawn and Quinn checked his watch. As much as he loved the sweet weight of her in his arms, he had work to do. Above anything else, it was his job to protect her. And that required changing security codes and talking revised strategies with David Damiani and Michael.
    So he handed Fiona over to the new nanny. “It’s after seven now. It’s time to get Fiona to bed.”
    “Wha—?” Quinn held on a moment longer, worried for a moment that she wasn’t even going to wrap her arms around his daughter. “But we haven’t finished debriefing. What’s our next plan of action? I won’t know the new security protocols. I don’t know the old ones yet.” Miranda’s hands finally closed around Fiona’s back and thigh, and she shifted her onto one hip. “I don’t even know where her bedroom is.”
    Miranda’s eyes were dark like a pine forest now, yet wide with panic. The woman should never play poker. Definitely a puzzle.
    “Fiona can show you.”
    Given a mission to do, Fiona sat up straight, excitement chasing away her fatigue. “I know.” She squiggled down to the floor, catching Miranda’s hand along the way. “Come on.”
    Quinn exchanged a glance with Miranda as Fiona led her out of the room. Do your job, he warned silently.
    If he wasn’t mistaken, Miranda’s arched brow read something like