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kept repeating the warning.
It was impossible to crack a tough nut like Harden. Steve had tried to be friendly, aloof, distant, formal, conversational, every way he could think of, to connect with his operations chief. He wanted to get along well with the man because he was the main focus in any sensitive operation. In his special operations group, every commander in charge of each team took time to make sure that everyone was on the same page. TIARA Task Force Two’s operations chief gave orders without instructions and expected them done his way. For Steve, that meant hit and miss. Obviously he’d missed by a mile in this assignment.
Steve decided to feel around for the missing instructions. “So what do you want me to do, sir? Just let it go and let you have a shot with her?”
“It would be easier to take her in and grill her.”
“Like I said before, suppose she says nothing?”
“Suppose we make her? There are ways.”
Steve carefully studied Harden. Ruthlessness was part of the job, but for him there had to be a very good reason for it. One just didn’t randomly hurt a civilian without proof of intent. This wasn’t jungle warfare, after all. Plus the thought of Marlena in a cell...He quelled the thought immediately. Don’t even go there.
He shook his head. “From those threatening calls, someone else thinks she has something valuable. I think she’s here for this something, and keeping her locked up could end up with us never knowing what it is. And let’s say even if she did tell what it is, how are we going to get it without her? It’s important enough that someone else is going after her for it.”
Not the most brilliant argument, but that was the best he could come up with at the moment. He really, really wanted to go back to Marlena’s apartment and...and...what? He had no idea.
“Relax, McMillan,” Harden interrupted his reverie, a corner of his mouth lifting wryly. “It’s out of my hands right now. Your report from this morning obviously pushed some right buttons for you because I’ve got orders to nail Miss Maxwell this time. Seems that no one had ever had concrete evidence of her crimes, not enough to stick to that leather outfit she loves so much, anyway. She’s all yours for now. Who knows? If you actually get her what’s due to the likes of her, that would be a serious notch in your belt, Superman. That is, if you get her, of course, before she gets you.” He jerked his chin toward the screen. “So far, she’s winning.”
Steve knew he couldn’t say a thing to defend Marlena. She already had him twisted up enough to even consider making such a stupid move to his own team, no less. If he even voiced some sort of defense, she would get her wish—his whole team would never fully trust him. He just had to work his way out of this emotional web she’d weaved around him on his own. Pronto.
“As long as we watch her every move, sir, we’ll find out what we’re after.”
Harden nodded. “Tell me what happened today. Then you can go home and get some beauty sleep. Seems like your Miss M. likes her men pretty. We’ll keep watch while you play.”
Steve ignored the insult. He was used to being tested. Besides, he heard the underlying warning. He would be watched as well.
Chapter Four
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W ow, if he looked like that when he was pissed off, Marlena couldn’t wait till she really pushed him over the edge. This Stash had a brooding look that spelled dangerous with a capital D. He looked as if he’d been up most of the night—his hair was wind-tossed and he hadn’t shaved. He must have thrown on his oldest things—a dirty old sweatshirt and jeans so faded there were white creases in the most interesting places.
Marlena had never had a wild animal waiting on her doorstep before. She took in his appearance silently, from the top of his messy hair down, down those long Levi’s—pausing a moment there—to the scuffed-up shoes. There was a backpack
It was impossible to crack a tough nut like Harden. Steve had tried to be friendly, aloof, distant, formal, conversational, every way he could think of, to connect with his operations chief. He wanted to get along well with the man because he was the main focus in any sensitive operation. In his special operations group, every commander in charge of each team took time to make sure that everyone was on the same page. TIARA Task Force Two’s operations chief gave orders without instructions and expected them done his way. For Steve, that meant hit and miss. Obviously he’d missed by a mile in this assignment.
Steve decided to feel around for the missing instructions. “So what do you want me to do, sir? Just let it go and let you have a shot with her?”
“It would be easier to take her in and grill her.”
“Like I said before, suppose she says nothing?”
“Suppose we make her? There are ways.”
Steve carefully studied Harden. Ruthlessness was part of the job, but for him there had to be a very good reason for it. One just didn’t randomly hurt a civilian without proof of intent. This wasn’t jungle warfare, after all. Plus the thought of Marlena in a cell...He quelled the thought immediately. Don’t even go there.
He shook his head. “From those threatening calls, someone else thinks she has something valuable. I think she’s here for this something, and keeping her locked up could end up with us never knowing what it is. And let’s say even if she did tell what it is, how are we going to get it without her? It’s important enough that someone else is going after her for it.”
Not the most brilliant argument, but that was the best he could come up with at the moment. He really, really wanted to go back to Marlena’s apartment and...and...what? He had no idea.
“Relax, McMillan,” Harden interrupted his reverie, a corner of his mouth lifting wryly. “It’s out of my hands right now. Your report from this morning obviously pushed some right buttons for you because I’ve got orders to nail Miss Maxwell this time. Seems that no one had ever had concrete evidence of her crimes, not enough to stick to that leather outfit she loves so much, anyway. She’s all yours for now. Who knows? If you actually get her what’s due to the likes of her, that would be a serious notch in your belt, Superman. That is, if you get her, of course, before she gets you.” He jerked his chin toward the screen. “So far, she’s winning.”
Steve knew he couldn’t say a thing to defend Marlena. She already had him twisted up enough to even consider making such a stupid move to his own team, no less. If he even voiced some sort of defense, she would get her wish—his whole team would never fully trust him. He just had to work his way out of this emotional web she’d weaved around him on his own. Pronto.
“As long as we watch her every move, sir, we’ll find out what we’re after.”
Harden nodded. “Tell me what happened today. Then you can go home and get some beauty sleep. Seems like your Miss M. likes her men pretty. We’ll keep watch while you play.”
Steve ignored the insult. He was used to being tested. Besides, he heard the underlying warning. He would be watched as well.
Chapter Four
––––––––
W ow, if he looked like that when he was pissed off, Marlena couldn’t wait till she really pushed him over the edge. This Stash had a brooding look that spelled dangerous with a capital D. He looked as if he’d been up most of the night—his hair was wind-tossed and he hadn’t shaved. He must have thrown on his oldest things—a dirty old sweatshirt and jeans so faded there were white creases in the most interesting places.
Marlena had never had a wild animal waiting on her doorstep before. She took in his appearance silently, from the top of his messy hair down, down those long Levi’s—pausing a moment there—to the scuffed-up shoes. There was a backpack
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