Read Online New Species 11 True by Laurann Dohner - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Laurann Dohner
Ads: Link
text around nine the night before, telling me to
call in sick the next day. He didn’t outright say why but it was implied that
Cornas would finally be raided just after the morning shift changed.”
Jordan blinked. “Who warned you?”
She frowned, concerned since he should already know that
information. “Agent Terry Brice.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “You can call and verify that with him.”
“I see.” Jordan leaned in closer, staring deeply into her
eyes. “Who is Agent Terry Brice?”
Jeanie gaped at him. “You don’t know the agent handling this
case? I’ve been working with him since last year. He was assigned to help me
close down Drackwood in New Mexico and now Cornas.” She shifted in her seat,
peering around Jordan to get a look at 710. “Tell him. You were there, 710.”
Jordan rose to his feet and one of his hands gripped her
chin, roughly jerking her head upward until their gazes locked. “Don’t ever
directly address him. Do you understand me? I’m the one dealing with you.”
“Jordan.” Trey Roberts stepped forward. “Reel it back a
little.”
“Keep out of this,” the guy spat. “I got this job because
you’re too soft.”
“Fuck you.” Trey took another step closer. “I just don’t
think the heavy-handed approach is necessary. I doubt Tim would either if he
were here.”
“I was assigned to handle her interrogation and I’m in charge.
Stop interfering.” He leaned in even closer, glaring at Jeanie. “I want
answers, Ms. Shiver.”
Jordan’s hand hurt where it squeezed her jaw. “I understand.
Please let go.” She reached up to grip his wrists with both hands in an attempt
to free her face. The blanket she kept around her shoulders dropped to spill
over the back of the chair and drape across her lap.
The one who’d threatened to make her scream grabbed her
wrists, yanking her back in her seat until her spine pressed against the metal
chair. She hadn’t seen or heard him come up behind her from the darkness. Pain
stabbed through her wounded side at the sharp movements when her arms were held
behind her. They didn’t handcuff her again but they weren’t needed with his
tight grip. She twisted her head and stared at him. The uniform with NSO on it
obviously meant he was another task force member.
“Eyes on me,” Jordan harshly demanded. “I’m in no mood for
games, Ms. Shiver. I won’t play them.”
She looked at him, confused. “I—”
“That wasn’t a question. It was me laying down the law.
Perhaps you don’t understand your situation so allow me to fill you in.” He
bent, glaring at her. “Your ass belongs to the NSO now. You don’t get a lawyer,
or a jury of your peers, or any legal rights. You’re going to truthfully answer
my damn questions or I’m going to make you do it. One way is going to be
painless but the alternative won’t be if I decide you’re lying.” He crouched,
gripped her seat at the sides again to balance his weight, and got close to her
face until they were eye level. “I don’t give a shit if you have breasts. You’re
no better than a terrorist to me.”
Jeanie knew her mouth dropped open. A terrorist? What the
hell was going on? She was too stunned to form words, probably a good thing
since the man making threats looked as if he wanted to hit her.
“I like New Species. I call some of them my best friends.”
He leaned even closer until she could identify the odor of mint on his breath. “Every
day I’m willing to die in the line of duty to protect them.” He glanced down at
her chest with a sneer before holding her gaze. “I’d like nothing better than
to gut all the assholes who tormented them and treated them like shit. It
pisses me off and makes me see red. That means I won’t hesitate to draw some
blood if you don’t stop screwing with me. What the hell was on the mainframe
computer that you were protecting?” He took a breath. “Answer me.”
“I was protecting the New Species. There really
call in sick the next day. He didn’t outright say why but it was implied that
Cornas would finally be raided just after the morning shift changed.”
Jordan blinked. “Who warned you?”
She frowned, concerned since he should already know that
information. “Agent Terry Brice.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “You can call and verify that with him.”
“I see.” Jordan leaned in closer, staring deeply into her
eyes. “Who is Agent Terry Brice?”
Jeanie gaped at him. “You don’t know the agent handling this
case? I’ve been working with him since last year. He was assigned to help me
close down Drackwood in New Mexico and now Cornas.” She shifted in her seat,
peering around Jordan to get a look at 710. “Tell him. You were there, 710.”
Jordan rose to his feet and one of his hands gripped her
chin, roughly jerking her head upward until their gazes locked. “Don’t ever
directly address him. Do you understand me? I’m the one dealing with you.”
“Jordan.” Trey Roberts stepped forward. “Reel it back a
little.”
“Keep out of this,” the guy spat. “I got this job because
you’re too soft.”
“Fuck you.” Trey took another step closer. “I just don’t
think the heavy-handed approach is necessary. I doubt Tim would either if he
were here.”
“I was assigned to handle her interrogation and I’m in charge.
Stop interfering.” He leaned in even closer, glaring at Jeanie. “I want
answers, Ms. Shiver.”
Jordan’s hand hurt where it squeezed her jaw. “I understand.
Please let go.” She reached up to grip his wrists with both hands in an attempt
to free her face. The blanket she kept around her shoulders dropped to spill
over the back of the chair and drape across her lap.
The one who’d threatened to make her scream grabbed her
wrists, yanking her back in her seat until her spine pressed against the metal
chair. She hadn’t seen or heard him come up behind her from the darkness. Pain
stabbed through her wounded side at the sharp movements when her arms were held
behind her. They didn’t handcuff her again but they weren’t needed with his
tight grip. She twisted her head and stared at him. The uniform with NSO on it
obviously meant he was another task force member.
“Eyes on me,” Jordan harshly demanded. “I’m in no mood for
games, Ms. Shiver. I won’t play them.”
She looked at him, confused. “I—”
“That wasn’t a question. It was me laying down the law.
Perhaps you don’t understand your situation so allow me to fill you in.” He
bent, glaring at her. “Your ass belongs to the NSO now. You don’t get a lawyer,
or a jury of your peers, or any legal rights. You’re going to truthfully answer
my damn questions or I’m going to make you do it. One way is going to be
painless but the alternative won’t be if I decide you’re lying.” He crouched,
gripped her seat at the sides again to balance his weight, and got close to her
face until they were eye level. “I don’t give a shit if you have breasts. You’re
no better than a terrorist to me.”
Jeanie knew her mouth dropped open. A terrorist? What the
hell was going on? She was too stunned to form words, probably a good thing
since the man making threats looked as if he wanted to hit her.
“I like New Species. I call some of them my best friends.”
He leaned even closer until she could identify the odor of mint on his breath. “Every
day I’m willing to die in the line of duty to protect them.” He glanced down at
her chest with a sneer before holding her gaze. “I’d like nothing better than
to gut all the assholes who tormented them and treated them like shit. It
pisses me off and makes me see red. That means I won’t hesitate to draw some
blood if you don’t stop screwing with me. What the hell was on the mainframe
computer that you were protecting?” He took a breath. “Answer me.”
“I was protecting the New Species. There really
Similar Books
