deadly serious.
Yardleyâs heart stuttered. Bad news to be delivered by the subordinate?
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CHAPTER SEVEN
The younger man, with crisp blondish hair and a slash for a mouth, paused out of range of the length of leash Yardley held. She couldnât be certain that behind the shield of his sunglasses he watched Oleg warily. But his voice held a trace of tension as he spoke. âMs. Summers?â
She gathered up more of the leash to show she wasnât about to set her K-9 on him. âWhoâs asking?â
âIâm Agent Glaser. And this is Agent Jackson. FBI.â He hitched a thumb over his shoulder before flipping open a badge. Yardley only saw a gold shield with an eagle on top before he flipped it closed and pocketed it. âWeâd like to ask you a few questions.â
âMay I see your badge?â Yardleyâs heart skipped a beat as she felt Kye move in behind her. She really didnât want an audience for this. The less he knew about her life, the better.
As the agent reluctantly removed it for inspection Kye leaned in over her shoulder to get a look. âThatâs DEA. What business could the Drug Enforcement Agency have with Harmonie Kennels?â
Glaser glanced up sharply at Kye but directed his words at Yardley. âCan we go somewhere more private to talk, Ms. Summers?â
Yard shook her head, her emotions doing a one-eighty at his words. Any story that began with Can we go somewhere more private ⦠wasnât going to end well. If this was bad news, she wasnât going to be treated like a civilian who needed to be coddled when told a hard truth. The truth was, thanks to Lawâs butting in, Kye already knew about David. No use trying to hide anything now. âThis is my property. This is as private as I get.â
âWhy donât you just tell Ms. Summers why youâre here, Agent.â Kyeâs voice was calm, almost friendly. But Yardley could tell by the way he moved in a little closer, as if to offer her the support of his presence without actually touching her, that he was feeling anything but friendly.
Glaser glanced again at Kye. âWho are you?â
âKye McGarren.â
âMay I see some ID?â
âNot unless you have a warrant.â
Yard pressed her lips together as the testosterone cloud bloomed between the two men. She could look after herself. Always had. âI have things to do. State your business, Agent Glaser.â
The agent gave her a small smile. âCan you tell me the last time you saw or heard from Dr. David Gunnar?â
Yardleyâs heart jumped. Oleg begin to whine, breathing through his mouth as he stared up at her. Emotion down the leash was working on him. Without realizing it, she had tightened her grip, and Oleg could sense the pressure building inside her. She let the leash out, certain now that something bad had happened to David. Why didnât he just spit it out and put her out of her misery?
âWhy are you asking?â
The agent shrugged. âYou made inquiries into Dr. Gunnarâs whereabouts a few weeks ago with the Department of Justice. Iâd like to know why. How well do you know him?â
Yardley made her expression bland and jutted out a hip to force a relaxed pose she did not feel. âWeâre acquaintances.â
Blondie smirked. âNo more than that?â
Kye reached forward and laid a possessive hand on her waist, fingers closing hard on that feminine curve, effectively startling Yardley into silence. âShe knows him. Asked and answered. A friend goes missing, the other friend tries to find out why. Isnât that right, sugar?â
Sugar? Yardley tried to keep the astonishment out of her voice. âThatâs right.â
Agent Glaserâs gaze flicked to Kyeâs hand then up his face. âDid you locate him, Ms. Summers?â
âLocate?â Yardleyâs pulse stuttered. âI was told by the FBI
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