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were tied, Brogan. When Tate changed the meeting time at the last moment, we had not other recourse but to stay distant.”
    Brogan merely grunted and grabbed his jacket, looking at her over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I need to grab a few things before the meeting.”
    “Fine, but before we leave, I need to know something.”
    Brogan’s eyes narrowed. “Know what?”
    “The real reason bringing Tate down is so damn important you killed yourself to do it.”
    Brogan sighed and looked over at Doug.
    “You never told her about Christopher, did you?” asked Doug.
    “She didn’t need to know,” he challenged.
    “Brogan, Paige is the only reason you didn’t go over the deep end after you lost your brother. She pulled you back from the brink. Hell, if she hadn’t walked into your life…”
    Brogan grunted and turned away, but not before Paige saw the pain in his eyes. She stopped and reran everything Brogan had ever told her about Christopher in her mind, slowly putting the pieces together.
    She moved over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You told me Christopher died in the line of duty—during a gang fight.”
    “He did,” said Brogan, his voice hollow.
    “But you never told me how those kids got those weapons.” She paused, watching his shoulders hunch. “Tate.”
    “The bastard doesn’t care who suffers because of him. I promised myself I’d see that he got what he deserved, no matter what.” Brogan gave her a hint of a smile. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
    Paige nodded and cupped his chin, raising his gaze to hers. “Then let’s go keep your promise.”
    * * * *
    “Johnson, where the hell have you been?” shouted Tate as Brogan parked the motorcycle beside the car. “I’ve been calling you all fucking day! The buyer will be here any moment.”
    Tate hissed when Brogan shoved Paige forward.
    “I found something you might be interested in,” Brogan replied, trying to ignore the way Paige’s hands trembled at her side.
    Tate’s face lit into a smile before he frowned. “I thought I’d made it clear what I wanted you to do with her .”
    “You did, but fortunately I decided to think for myself,” he said. “I might’ve just saved you from a long prison sentence.”
    Tate’s expression faltered. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    Brogan handed him the camera. “Have a look.”
    Tate cursed and grabbed the thing, scanning the photos in turn before looking up at Brogan. “And you didn’t kill her because…”
    “Because she’s as smart as she is pretty,” he said. “She’s copied these photos to a number of different addresses and rigged it to her phone. The damn thing’s been going off every half hour. If she doesn’t put in a certain code, the images get emailed to a number of agencies, all of which would love to have this kind of physical evidence.” He huffed. “It’s been a different code each time…too many to trace.”
    Tate hissed out his breath and looked as if he was going to strike Paige before Brogan pulled her back to his side.
    “You might want to play nice,” he suggested to Tate. “At least until you find out what her intentions are.”
    Tate scowled. “Fine. What do you want?”
    Paige shrugged as if they were chatting about the weather and Brogan just about died. Fuck if she wasn’t playing her part perfectly.
    “I think it’s obvious, Mr. Tate,” she said. “I want in.”
    Tate laughed and Brogan resisted pummeling the guy with his fist.
    “ You want in ?” Tate teased. “I thought you were too pure to dirty your hands with the likes of me?”
    “You thought exactly what I wanted you to think,” she said. “What everyone thinks. That doesn’t make it real, however.” She took a deep breath, pulling out her phone when it beeped. She looked up at Tate, holding it out so he could see the screen. “Shall I punch in the code or are you still considering your options?”
    Tate chuckled. “I think you’ve made your position