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John a big, oversized purse. "Name is Selena Vaccaro."
John did a quick inventory. "Quite a watch collection in here. Has she got a problem?"
Ben laughed. " End Game is tailing her, what do you think?"
True , John agreed with a shrug. He pulled out the phone and checked the recent logs. "Shit. That doesn't look good." He showed Ben the most recent text message, a picture of a woman tied to a chair, mascara staining her cheeks under the blindfold. The sign in her lap read, 'Please, Selena. The watch is ticking'.
"Aw, hell," Ben mumbled. "Someone's using her."
"Could it be one of ours –" John stopped. He wasn't with the program anymore. "I mean is it one of Messenger's?"
"Don't think so. According to the roster, the only other UI agent in town besides me is End Game."
John marveled that Ben knew so much about the inner workings of Messenger's system. Despite the oddities, Ben was becoming an invaluable asset. The shadows rippled and John heard the scuffle of Ben's boots on the pavement.
"Don't sweat it, Ben."
"What do you want me to do?"
John heard the guilt in his friend's voice. "Any idea where End Game is?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure."
"Stay on him and keep me informed. Don't let him kill anyone if you can help it. I'll take this to Amelia and see what she can do."
"Sure thing, boss."
John stayed in place until he couldn't hear Ben's footsteps anymore, then he left in the opposite direction. Messenger, End Game, potentially another UI operative in town… this holiday was quickly turning into a nightmare.
Chapter Six
In the coffee shop, Selena followed Adam back to the table furthest from the door and smothered a grin when he pulled out a chair for her.
"I guess chivalry isn't dead?"
"A few of us are dedicated to keeping it alive." He slid into the seat opposite hers. "Miss Vaccaro," he said pointedly.
"Selena," she corrected . "We've definitely reached a first name stage of the program."
"Pretty name. It suits you."
"It's a family name," she said, uncertain how she wanted to accept the compliment. "Tradition is important in my family tree."
He was trying to help her relax and she appreciated the effort. There was nothing more she could do right now but wait for Galloway's next move. Her mind countered that fact with the notion that since he'd breached the agreement, she could call in the police or outsiders, or whoever she damn well pleased, but she forcibly turned those thoughts aside.
With the police, she'd be more likely to get herself detained than accomplish anything positive for Renata. If she alerted the members of her family who were connected, that opened a whole new can of worms. If she contacted Torry or anyone who stayed on the legal side of the fence, it would only put more innocent people smack in Galloway's sites.
"Hey," he waved a hand, " Selena? Are you there?"
"Yeah." She scrubbed at her face. "Sorry."
He shook his head. "No need to apologize. Does a hot chocolate and a sugar cookie combo sound good to you?"
"Sounds more l ike something my uncle would serve my younger cousins."
His thick, brown eyebrows inched up, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm open to suggestions."
"Kid's hour or not, it does sound good," she admitted.
"Great. Stay put."
She gave him an arch look. "I think we've established I'm not going anywhere."
It seemed like the good-guy routine was legit and if she wasn't so jaded by Galloway and the recent ups and downs of city life, she'd take Adam at face value.
She told herself she'd feel better if she could talk with Galloway. If the bastard had her purse, surely he realized why she was out of touch.
When Adam came back she would borrow his phone to call Tom. Despite the quiet street and lack of alarms at the showroom, she wanted to see for herself that everything was fine. Galloway had already threatened Tom, so it was too late to protect him. Besides Tom was a night owl and likely still out somewhere having a grand time.
Adam returned to the table
John did a quick inventory. "Quite a watch collection in here. Has she got a problem?"
Ben laughed. " End Game is tailing her, what do you think?"
True , John agreed with a shrug. He pulled out the phone and checked the recent logs. "Shit. That doesn't look good." He showed Ben the most recent text message, a picture of a woman tied to a chair, mascara staining her cheeks under the blindfold. The sign in her lap read, 'Please, Selena. The watch is ticking'.
"Aw, hell," Ben mumbled. "Someone's using her."
"Could it be one of ours –" John stopped. He wasn't with the program anymore. "I mean is it one of Messenger's?"
"Don't think so. According to the roster, the only other UI agent in town besides me is End Game."
John marveled that Ben knew so much about the inner workings of Messenger's system. Despite the oddities, Ben was becoming an invaluable asset. The shadows rippled and John heard the scuffle of Ben's boots on the pavement.
"Don't sweat it, Ben."
"What do you want me to do?"
John heard the guilt in his friend's voice. "Any idea where End Game is?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure."
"Stay on him and keep me informed. Don't let him kill anyone if you can help it. I'll take this to Amelia and see what she can do."
"Sure thing, boss."
John stayed in place until he couldn't hear Ben's footsteps anymore, then he left in the opposite direction. Messenger, End Game, potentially another UI operative in town… this holiday was quickly turning into a nightmare.
Chapter Six
In the coffee shop, Selena followed Adam back to the table furthest from the door and smothered a grin when he pulled out a chair for her.
"I guess chivalry isn't dead?"
"A few of us are dedicated to keeping it alive." He slid into the seat opposite hers. "Miss Vaccaro," he said pointedly.
"Selena," she corrected . "We've definitely reached a first name stage of the program."
"Pretty name. It suits you."
"It's a family name," she said, uncertain how she wanted to accept the compliment. "Tradition is important in my family tree."
He was trying to help her relax and she appreciated the effort. There was nothing more she could do right now but wait for Galloway's next move. Her mind countered that fact with the notion that since he'd breached the agreement, she could call in the police or outsiders, or whoever she damn well pleased, but she forcibly turned those thoughts aside.
With the police, she'd be more likely to get herself detained than accomplish anything positive for Renata. If she alerted the members of her family who were connected, that opened a whole new can of worms. If she contacted Torry or anyone who stayed on the legal side of the fence, it would only put more innocent people smack in Galloway's sites.
"Hey," he waved a hand, " Selena? Are you there?"
"Yeah." She scrubbed at her face. "Sorry."
He shook his head. "No need to apologize. Does a hot chocolate and a sugar cookie combo sound good to you?"
"Sounds more l ike something my uncle would serve my younger cousins."
His thick, brown eyebrows inched up, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm open to suggestions."
"Kid's hour or not, it does sound good," she admitted.
"Great. Stay put."
She gave him an arch look. "I think we've established I'm not going anywhere."
It seemed like the good-guy routine was legit and if she wasn't so jaded by Galloway and the recent ups and downs of city life, she'd take Adam at face value.
She told herself she'd feel better if she could talk with Galloway. If the bastard had her purse, surely he realized why she was out of touch.
When Adam came back she would borrow his phone to call Tom. Despite the quiet street and lack of alarms at the showroom, she wanted to see for herself that everything was fine. Galloway had already threatened Tom, so it was too late to protect him. Besides Tom was a night owl and likely still out somewhere having a grand time.
Adam returned to the table
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