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toward the location she gave him. It was late. They could be closed by now, but she hoped they weren’t. She hoped somebody was still there. Seven thirty was well past closing time and if there wasn’t anybody there she didn’t know what she would do. She didn’t have another plan. Waiting on the cops didn’t seem like the best option either because with as slow as they were going anything could happen to her friend between now and their finding her—if they found her.
Zahara got off the motorcycle so fast she was surprised she hadn’t tripped over the skirt of her costume and fallen on her face. She hollered a quick thank you to the man who had given her a ride and she ran through the front doors of the building. She looked for the standard plaque to tell her what floor and what office number to go to, but she didn’t see one, which told her that the building was most likely solely theirs. She ran up the stairs and came to a glass set of doors. She tried to open them, but they were locked. Since she could see a woman sitting at the desk she banged on the door until she heard the lock click and then she rushed in. She was on her way to ask the woman to point her to Preston Strauss’s office when another man stepped out in her path.
Her eyes traveled upward. “Alex?”
“What are you doing here, Zahara? I thought you moved to Alaska.”
Two more men appeared from different angles. She would guess they worked with Preston, but she hadn’t seen Preston himself. She was sure she would recognize him from the picture Ariana had shown her. “I came back about a year ago. I never heard from you while I was in Alaska so I took the hint.”
“Your mother told me you didn’t want to hear from me again. I figured it was because Kelly and I broke up. I assume you’re going to the wedding—she’s marrying my brother.”
“I haven’t spoken to Kelly since she broke up with you. And if my mother told you I didn’t want to see you again it’s because she knows…no matter. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here because a friend of mine was just abducted and I don’t think the cops are going to be able to do anything. I thought maybe I could get help here.”
“I’m Micah,” the other man said. “A friend of ours is missing. We can’t help you right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Alex said softly. “Preston is family and we have to find him.”
“Preston…then I think we have a common goal here. My friend is Ariana, Preston’s ex-wife. They just took her.”
“Come on back,” the other man gestured as he urged her forward. “I’m Jet,” he smiled to try to put her at ease she assumed.
Alex came close to her, placed his hand on her back and ushered her toward a conference room. Considering how much skin was showing with her costume she wasn’t surprised at the skin on skin contact when he touched her. She was a little surprised that after all this time his touch could provoke strong sexual desires within her body. He was the one; he always had been, but unfortunately he hadn’t exactly felt the same way about her.
“What did this guy look like?” Micah asked her as she sat down in one of the plush chairs.
“He had dark eyes—very dark and evil eyes.” She remembered the fear that went through her when he looked at her, but she didn’t let that fear stop her. Her friend was in trouble and Zahara planned to catch up with the guy and do her best to make him put Ariana down. “He had dark hair, and I guess he had what people in the western nations would say was a distinctly Middle Eastern skin tone. To me he kind of reminded me of some of the people I saw in photos a friend sent me from his dig in Egypt.”
“Egypt?”
“Yeah, he’s an archeologist and he has been trying to get me to come see the stars from his dig site. He sends pictures from time to time and the guy kind of reminds me of that region. I think politically that
Zahara got off the motorcycle so fast she was surprised she hadn’t tripped over the skirt of her costume and fallen on her face. She hollered a quick thank you to the man who had given her a ride and she ran through the front doors of the building. She looked for the standard plaque to tell her what floor and what office number to go to, but she didn’t see one, which told her that the building was most likely solely theirs. She ran up the stairs and came to a glass set of doors. She tried to open them, but they were locked. Since she could see a woman sitting at the desk she banged on the door until she heard the lock click and then she rushed in. She was on her way to ask the woman to point her to Preston Strauss’s office when another man stepped out in her path.
Her eyes traveled upward. “Alex?”
“What are you doing here, Zahara? I thought you moved to Alaska.”
Two more men appeared from different angles. She would guess they worked with Preston, but she hadn’t seen Preston himself. She was sure she would recognize him from the picture Ariana had shown her. “I came back about a year ago. I never heard from you while I was in Alaska so I took the hint.”
“Your mother told me you didn’t want to hear from me again. I figured it was because Kelly and I broke up. I assume you’re going to the wedding—she’s marrying my brother.”
“I haven’t spoken to Kelly since she broke up with you. And if my mother told you I didn’t want to see you again it’s because she knows…no matter. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here because a friend of mine was just abducted and I don’t think the cops are going to be able to do anything. I thought maybe I could get help here.”
“I’m Micah,” the other man said. “A friend of ours is missing. We can’t help you right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Alex said softly. “Preston is family and we have to find him.”
“Preston…then I think we have a common goal here. My friend is Ariana, Preston’s ex-wife. They just took her.”
“Come on back,” the other man gestured as he urged her forward. “I’m Jet,” he smiled to try to put her at ease she assumed.
Alex came close to her, placed his hand on her back and ushered her toward a conference room. Considering how much skin was showing with her costume she wasn’t surprised at the skin on skin contact when he touched her. She was a little surprised that after all this time his touch could provoke strong sexual desires within her body. He was the one; he always had been, but unfortunately he hadn’t exactly felt the same way about her.
“What did this guy look like?” Micah asked her as she sat down in one of the plush chairs.
“He had dark eyes—very dark and evil eyes.” She remembered the fear that went through her when he looked at her, but she didn’t let that fear stop her. Her friend was in trouble and Zahara planned to catch up with the guy and do her best to make him put Ariana down. “He had dark hair, and I guess he had what people in the western nations would say was a distinctly Middle Eastern skin tone. To me he kind of reminded me of some of the people I saw in photos a friend sent me from his dig in Egypt.”
“Egypt?”
“Yeah, he’s an archeologist and he has been trying to get me to come see the stars from his dig site. He sends pictures from time to time and the guy kind of reminds me of that region. I think politically that
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