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him to pick up the memory stick inside a container the size of a lipstick tube once she gave the signal she’d dropped it outside a specific window.
    Once that was done, he’d search the mansion covertly to find where the three Fras were meeting.
    Every BAD agent backing him up tonight was exceptional. Lethal. But they couldn’t defend against an unidentified threat.
    He noted two more agents… then a green satin dress and twisted mop of curly hair swished into view.
    The woman he’d seen outside.
    She sipped a flute of champagne. No, she pretended to drink. The liquid level in the crystal glass never lowered.
    One of the catering staff offered her a selection from a tray covered in canapés decorated as works of art, but she refused with an absentminded shake of her head, then asked a question.
    When a couple moved out of the way, the server’s face came into full view. Rae was answering the woman’s question.
    That works.
    If Curly Locks wasn’t talking to anyone else and hadn’t come to enjoy free drink and food, why was she here?
    Rae handled the tray with deft ability. Above her wide smile, her eyes kept track of everything in her area. The minute her gaze bounced to Hunter he lifted his chin to bring her to him.
    Didn’t take her long to reach him on those long legs.
    She lowered the tray into view and described several palatable offerings while two elderly men he recognized as regulars at major fund-raising events passed on her left.
    “What did that woman ask you?” Hunter pretended to labor over his selection.
    “She wanted to know what time the guest of honor would arrive and I told her I wasn’t privy to the Wentworth event schedule.” An eyebrow winged in amused curiosity. “There’s a woman here you don’t know?”
    Hunter fingered a goat cheese–encrusted canapé from Rae’s tray. “Wouldn’t say that.”
    Rae smiled as though she was thrilled to serve a guest, proving she could act with the best of them. When she moved on, Hunter searched for Curly Locks.
    Green and black satin slashed through the room with quiet determination.
    He might have dismissed her as unimportant if not for his training and if tonight didn’t involve a mission centering around three Fratelli expected to meet with Gwenyth.
    And the familiar feeling about the woman stirred his curiosity further.
    Curly Locks might have an innocent reason for being here.
    Then again, she might not.
    If she posed an issue of any sort that might interfere with tonight’s mission he’d alert Carlos, who would give the order to have her removed. Silently.

Chapter Four

    As if gaining entry to the Wentworth fund-raiser hadn’t been difficult enough, now Abbie had to find Gwen without drawing attention to herself.
    The stuffy doorman had given her invitation close scrutiny, as if she’d counterfeited the damn thing, but her name was on the guest list so he had to allow her entrance to the Wentworth fairyland. This family was old, old, old money that originated in the United Kingdom. A Vancleaver like Brittany would blend into this glam crowd like a sparkling shell in the ocean, but Abbie was going for the invisibility of being a raindrop in the ocean until she found Gwen. It should be easy when moving through a room filled with beautiful people decorated in diamonds and precious metals.
    If she made a misstep and drew any attention, this bunch would boot her quicker than a cow pony from a herd of thoroughbreds.
    That would give Stuey all the ammunition he’d need to get rid of her and the threat she posed to his family jewels.
    Abbie smiled constantly, hoping to disarm those whose gaze slid down the ridge of their nose. She wandered about slowly, listening to the sound of classical melodies rolling off the ivory keys of a piano that deserved to be on that knee-high pedestal. Male and female catering staff wore tuxedos. One offered Abbie a flute of champagne she accepted before moving on past exoticflower arrangements taller than her