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Authors: Barbara Dunlop
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just gazed up at him with those luminous gold-green eyes.
Logan knew he had to get away from her. She was too good a liar. She was too compellingly beautiful. And his memories from yesterday were far too fresh.
He was sick about the repercussions for his family, and he was disgusted that he was still attracted to her. He hated that there was some small part of him still wishing desperately for a logical explanation. He forced himself to turn away.
*
Pacing the small cell, Jade found herself alternating between anger and frustration, with an occasional flash of outright fear. She’d made her one phone call to Jillian. Her sister had promised to do everything she could, including finding a lawyer.
After the conversation, Jade told herself that whatever the evidence against her, it would have to eventually be disproved. She’d racked her brain, but she couldn’t come up with any way that even a high school computer science student could have concluded she’d been after credit card information. She hadn’t gone anywhere near anything sensitive or any information at all.
She sat down and rubbed her arms against the chilly air, gazing around at the drab gray walls, the chipped concrete floor, and the dank hallway through the dark metal bars. The thin mattress was hard beneath her butt, the blanket rough. The air smelled like sweat and urine, and the occasional bang and shout could be heard from the men’s cells at the far end of the hall.
She was starting to worry that she might have to spend the night in this place.
Footsteps sounded along the hallway, coming closer and closer. Her thoughts returned to Logan. Part of her hoped he’d come back, even though she realized he wasn’t going to lift a finger to help her.
To her surprise, two men in suits appeared outside the cell. They looked vaguely familiar. It took her a moment to realize they were the men Logan had pointed out in the Twin Peaks lounge last night. Could they be undercover cops? Despite their rather outdated clothes, both looked to be in good physical shape.
“Ms. Korrigan?” the taller of the two opened. He was lean, balding, with keen brown eyes that watched her closely.
“Yes,” she answered cautiously, staying put near the back of the cell.
“I’m John Castle, and this is Ewan Smith.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Should the names mean something to her?
“We’ve exchanged a number of e-mails,” said John.
“We have? You mean today? I didn’t get them.” She gestured around her. “Because, well, I’ve been a little tied up.”
The man named Ewan stepped forward. “Oh, you got them all right.”
He was a few inches shorter, stockier, with a neat moustache and a full head of hair. His gaze was also dark and penetrating, intelligent and watchful.
“What did they say?” she asked.
Ewan gave a little smirk. “They offered you employment.”
As the statement penetrated, Jade went completely still. Her brain struggled to wrap itself around the facts. They were WNT? WNT had followed her to Mirror Falls? Were they lunatics?
“She remembers,” said John.
Ewan smiled. “Let’s talk about your options.”
“What the hell?” she hissed, coming to her feet, her confusion level going off the charts. “What are you doing here?” And then another thought crossed her mind. “Does Virgil know? Did Virgil send you?”
“We sent us,” said John, making a show of straightening the sleeves of his jacket. “We thought it was time for a face-to-face talk.”
“I don’t want a job,” she stated firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Evan looked at John. “It’s fun when they play hard to get.”
“I’m not playing anything. Thank you, and thank your bosses for the offer, but I’m happy with my current employment situation at Seaboard.”
“What about your current freedom situation?” asked John, looking meaningfully around the holding cells. “Are you happy with that?”
A cold feeling crept into
Logan knew he had to get away from her. She was too good a liar. She was too compellingly beautiful. And his memories from yesterday were far too fresh.
He was sick about the repercussions for his family, and he was disgusted that he was still attracted to her. He hated that there was some small part of him still wishing desperately for a logical explanation. He forced himself to turn away.
*
Pacing the small cell, Jade found herself alternating between anger and frustration, with an occasional flash of outright fear. She’d made her one phone call to Jillian. Her sister had promised to do everything she could, including finding a lawyer.
After the conversation, Jade told herself that whatever the evidence against her, it would have to eventually be disproved. She’d racked her brain, but she couldn’t come up with any way that even a high school computer science student could have concluded she’d been after credit card information. She hadn’t gone anywhere near anything sensitive or any information at all.
She sat down and rubbed her arms against the chilly air, gazing around at the drab gray walls, the chipped concrete floor, and the dank hallway through the dark metal bars. The thin mattress was hard beneath her butt, the blanket rough. The air smelled like sweat and urine, and the occasional bang and shout could be heard from the men’s cells at the far end of the hall.
She was starting to worry that she might have to spend the night in this place.
Footsteps sounded along the hallway, coming closer and closer. Her thoughts returned to Logan. Part of her hoped he’d come back, even though she realized he wasn’t going to lift a finger to help her.
To her surprise, two men in suits appeared outside the cell. They looked vaguely familiar. It took her a moment to realize they were the men Logan had pointed out in the Twin Peaks lounge last night. Could they be undercover cops? Despite their rather outdated clothes, both looked to be in good physical shape.
“Ms. Korrigan?” the taller of the two opened. He was lean, balding, with keen brown eyes that watched her closely.
“Yes,” she answered cautiously, staying put near the back of the cell.
“I’m John Castle, and this is Ewan Smith.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Should the names mean something to her?
“We’ve exchanged a number of e-mails,” said John.
“We have? You mean today? I didn’t get them.” She gestured around her. “Because, well, I’ve been a little tied up.”
The man named Ewan stepped forward. “Oh, you got them all right.”
He was a few inches shorter, stockier, with a neat moustache and a full head of hair. His gaze was also dark and penetrating, intelligent and watchful.
“What did they say?” she asked.
Ewan gave a little smirk. “They offered you employment.”
As the statement penetrated, Jade went completely still. Her brain struggled to wrap itself around the facts. They were WNT? WNT had followed her to Mirror Falls? Were they lunatics?
“She remembers,” said John.
Ewan smiled. “Let’s talk about your options.”
“What the hell?” she hissed, coming to her feet, her confusion level going off the charts. “What are you doing here?” And then another thought crossed her mind. “Does Virgil know? Did Virgil send you?”
“We sent us,” said John, making a show of straightening the sleeves of his jacket. “We thought it was time for a face-to-face talk.”
“I don’t want a job,” she stated firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Evan looked at John. “It’s fun when they play hard to get.”
“I’m not playing anything. Thank you, and thank your bosses for the offer, but I’m happy with my current employment situation at Seaboard.”
“What about your current freedom situation?” asked John, looking meaningfully around the holding cells. “Are you happy with that?”
A cold feeling crept into
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