refreshment table set up in the back of the office. The other three agentsâShaughnessy Hood, Brendan Richter, and Everett Dawsonâcontinued working.
Griffin wolfed down the rest of the sandwich and then poured a second cup of coffee. He caught Maleah Perdue staring at him. Sensing she wanted to say something to him, he looked directly at her.
âGo ahead,â he told her. âLet me have it.â
Maleah glared at him, her anger barely restrained. She clenched her teeth tightly. Griff figured she really was going to let him have it with both barrels. Hell, he wished she would. He deserved it.
But before she managed to compose herself enough to say anything, Derek reached out and placed his hand in the center of her back. Griff noticed Maleah relaxing, the tension in her body easing and the strained muscles in her face softening.
âMaleah knows that we all want the same thing,â Derek said. âNothing else matters now except finding Nic and bringing her home.â
âDerekâs right,â Maleah finally said, then slammed her coffee mug down on the table and walked away, straight to the door and out of the office.
âShe doesnât hate me any more than I hate myself,â Griff told Derek.
âShe doesnât really hate you. She hates whatâs happened. She loves Nic. Sheâs worried sick and sheâs holding on by a thin thread.â Derek looked directly at Griff. âThe same way you are.â
Lina had delivered the makeup bag and clothes an hour ago. The panties, bra, sundress, and sandals were all expensive designer items. When Nic had tried to question Lina, she had seemed confused. Apparently the young woman understood very little English. Or she had done an excellent job of pretending she didnât. Either way, Nic had gotten no useful information from her.
When Lina had offered to brush her hair and apply her makeup, Nic had declined.
âYou hurry. Not keep him waiting.â
âDonât keep who waiting?â Nic had asked.
Lina had shaken her head, then said, âYou be ready.â She grabbed Nicâs hand. âYes, please.â
Sensing the womanâs fear, Nic had asked, âAnd if Iâm not ready when he comes to get me, what will happen to you?â
Lina had shifted her gaze nervously right and left. âIf I am badââshe lowered her voice to a whisperââI must be punished.â
Every instinct Nic possessed urged her to rebel and demand that Lina join her, for the two of them to go up against Linaâs oppressor, to take on their mutual enemy. But common sense quickly reined in Nicâs immediate response. âYou donât need to worry,â Nic promised. âIâll be ready.â
And so here she was, wearing a calf-length, bright yellow sundress with white leather sandals and pale yellow underwear, her hair neatly brushed, and her makeup applied sparingly. She was ready. But for whom? And for what?
With each passing minute, Nic grew more nervous as one frightening scenario after another flashed through her mind. She didnât know what, if anything, had happened to her while sheâd been drugged, but she chose to believe she had been left alone to sleep. She had no idea what might happen to her today. The only thing she knew for sure was that Anthony Linden, the man suspected of being the assassin hired to kill Powell agents and members of their families, had kidnapped her. She had no doubt that if he was ordered to kill her, he would not hesitate.
But Linden could have easily killed her at her Gatlinburg cabin yesterday. Whoever Linden worked for, the person issuing the orders, didnât want her dead. At least not yet. She had been abducted because she was Griffin Powellâs wife and the mysterious âheâ intended to use her to make Griff suffer. Would he torture her? Would he subject her to untold humiliation and physical torment? If âheâ was
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