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waited in the sedan outside Davidson's home. "Will, I don't like this. That guy is an ass. And his wife? Please! I'll bet good money she's got more boobs than brains."
Will scowled at Sarah.
She recoiled from his stare. She had never seen him look at anybody that way, and it made every hair on her body stand on end.
"Sarah, you are the last person on this earth who should be judging a woman's brains by her beauty. You're a damned trophy girl if ever I've seen one and trust me, I run in circles that are big on having trophies draped on their arms."
Speechless, Sarah closed her mouth and listened.
Rather than stop, Will barely took a breath as he continued to light into Sarah. "You aren't the only intelligent woman in this world who uses beauty as camouflage. Davidson is our only lead on Vince. If the Agency knew what we were up to, we'd be burned just like Guinea was. We are in no position to be selective here."
Sarah nodded. "Point taken. Hey, why did the Agency burn Guinea anyway?"
"He and his partner were on a mission in South America , and his partner got snatched. The Agency told him to continue with the mission, but he decided to go get his partner first. They still finished the mission, but his handler was a real asshole and burned him anyway."
"What happened to his partner?"
"He retired early and became a contractor."
"Contractor?"
"He runs a major private military company now."
"So does he know Guinea is alive?"
Will grinned. "Oh, yeah. Who do you think helped him fake his death? Brock is the one who sends him his smokes and coffee by the case now."
"That's pretty generous."
"Sarah, when a guy pulls your ass out of a South American prison where you're getting the crap beat out of you every day, you don't think twice about sending him care packages for the rest of his natural life."
"I see your point."
Brian fidgeted in the front seat. "They're ba-ack."
They'd been sitting in the sedan outside the Davidson's house for nearly an hour. After talking to Buffy, both Will and Sarah knew that hanging around the embassy was inviting trouble so they stayed in the car with Brian and drove around the city for a while to be sure they weren't followed.
"Okay, let's go see if they have any information." Will stepped out of the car and held the door for Sarah.
They walked together up the front steps of the grand house and rang the bell.
A maid answered the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Davidson are expecting us."
"May I tell them who is calling?"
"Mr. Adams."
"And?"
"Just Mr. Adams. This is important so, if you don't mind?"
"Yes, of course, sir." The maid scurried away and left them standing in the front hall of the immense house.
Mark Davidson appeared at the top of the stairs with a smile that seemed to happen mostly on one side of his face. "Hey, there you are! Come on up. We'll have our drinks in the library."
Sarah and Will climbed the stairs quickly and followed Davidson into a large library. Dark wood bookcases lined the walls. Glass doors on all of them protected the aging leather books inside. It appeared to be an impressive collection—likely all at the expense of the State Department. The brown leather furniture set off the dark woodwork and provided a magnificent frame for the most exquisite Persian rug Sarah had ever seen. A small fire burned in the fireplace and rich, sweet cigar smoke scented the air.
"Should I close these doors?" Will was the last one into the room.
Davidson waved a hand nonchalantly. "No, no. Leave it open, please."
"What would you like?” He walked over to the bar at the far end of the room. “We've got everything here, and Buffy makes a mean martini."
Buffy glowed with that pageant smile again.
Sweet Jesus, if I could pull off a smile like that I could rule the world.
"Just Scotch for me. How about you, Sarah?"
"I'll try one of those martinis, thanks."
Will and Sarah sat on the
Will scowled at Sarah.
She recoiled from his stare. She had never seen him look at anybody that way, and it made every hair on her body stand on end.
"Sarah, you are the last person on this earth who should be judging a woman's brains by her beauty. You're a damned trophy girl if ever I've seen one and trust me, I run in circles that are big on having trophies draped on their arms."
Speechless, Sarah closed her mouth and listened.
Rather than stop, Will barely took a breath as he continued to light into Sarah. "You aren't the only intelligent woman in this world who uses beauty as camouflage. Davidson is our only lead on Vince. If the Agency knew what we were up to, we'd be burned just like Guinea was. We are in no position to be selective here."
Sarah nodded. "Point taken. Hey, why did the Agency burn Guinea anyway?"
"He and his partner were on a mission in South America , and his partner got snatched. The Agency told him to continue with the mission, but he decided to go get his partner first. They still finished the mission, but his handler was a real asshole and burned him anyway."
"What happened to his partner?"
"He retired early and became a contractor."
"Contractor?"
"He runs a major private military company now."
"So does he know Guinea is alive?"
Will grinned. "Oh, yeah. Who do you think helped him fake his death? Brock is the one who sends him his smokes and coffee by the case now."
"That's pretty generous."
"Sarah, when a guy pulls your ass out of a South American prison where you're getting the crap beat out of you every day, you don't think twice about sending him care packages for the rest of his natural life."
"I see your point."
Brian fidgeted in the front seat. "They're ba-ack."
They'd been sitting in the sedan outside the Davidson's house for nearly an hour. After talking to Buffy, both Will and Sarah knew that hanging around the embassy was inviting trouble so they stayed in the car with Brian and drove around the city for a while to be sure they weren't followed.
"Okay, let's go see if they have any information." Will stepped out of the car and held the door for Sarah.
They walked together up the front steps of the grand house and rang the bell.
A maid answered the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Davidson are expecting us."
"May I tell them who is calling?"
"Mr. Adams."
"And?"
"Just Mr. Adams. This is important so, if you don't mind?"
"Yes, of course, sir." The maid scurried away and left them standing in the front hall of the immense house.
Mark Davidson appeared at the top of the stairs with a smile that seemed to happen mostly on one side of his face. "Hey, there you are! Come on up. We'll have our drinks in the library."
Sarah and Will climbed the stairs quickly and followed Davidson into a large library. Dark wood bookcases lined the walls. Glass doors on all of them protected the aging leather books inside. It appeared to be an impressive collection—likely all at the expense of the State Department. The brown leather furniture set off the dark woodwork and provided a magnificent frame for the most exquisite Persian rug Sarah had ever seen. A small fire burned in the fireplace and rich, sweet cigar smoke scented the air.
"Should I close these doors?" Will was the last one into the room.
Davidson waved a hand nonchalantly. "No, no. Leave it open, please."
"What would you like?” He walked over to the bar at the far end of the room. “We've got everything here, and Buffy makes a mean martini."
Buffy glowed with that pageant smile again.
Sweet Jesus, if I could pull off a smile like that I could rule the world.
"Just Scotch for me. How about you, Sarah?"
"I'll try one of those martinis, thanks."
Will and Sarah sat on the
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