Watching From The Shadows: Trident Security Book 5

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had gotten an update from Ian on the way over. While it was a possibility the attack was random, it was the general consensus among the men, who didn’t believe in coincidences too often, that Harper had been targeted for some reason. According to Dr. Dunbar and Harper’s office staff, she had been on the receiving end of death threats in the past from men who blamed her when their abused partners couldn’t take it anymore. The local chapter of Friends of Patty would not confirm which women they had helped disappear or even how many of them there were, but Marco’s guess was the number was in the hundreds. He hoped they were wrong and this was a random crime because he didn’t like the thought of someone gunning for Harper.
    “What happened to your neck and chin?”
    Not wanting to tell her why his best friend had decked and choked him, he lied. “Sparring in the gym…got a little out of hand.”
    A heavy silence fell between them. Staring out the window, he mentally ran down a checklist of things which had to be done before she was released tomorrow. He knew Ian and the team had every detail covered, but the unknown assailant could always throw them a curveball they would never see coming. So they had to expect the unexpected.
    “Mara was born three and a half weeks early. You can confirm it with my doctor, but she’s yours.”
    He almost missed her whispered confession. Swallowing hard, his gaze stayed on the darkness outside the window. “I know she is. What I don’t understand is why I’m just finding this out now. Were you ever planning on telling me if I didn’t find out by accident?”
    Now he turned back to face her, trying hard to keep his anger in check. But what he didn’t expect was the rage he saw on her face. “What are you talking about? You already knew!”
    Shaking his head, his eyes narrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about? I didn’t know anything about her!”
    “Bullshit, Marco,” she spat out with venom. “When I first found out, I tried to tell you. I called and called, but your cell kept saying you were unavailable. I figured you were on a mission. So I called the office and told your secretary that I needed to talk to you. You didn’t return a single call. Then I was all set to confront you at your house when I got your letter by messenger.” The volume of her voice began to increase with every word. “By a fucking messenger, Marco! You couldn’t even tell me to my face that you had already found out I was pregnant and you wanted nothing to do with me or our baby. So, fuck you! I’m raising her without you! I don’t need or want your fucking help!”
    Her shouting prompted Foster to open the door and stick his head in. “ Um , sorry, but you might want to keep it down. I’m getting dirty looks out here from the staff.”
    The man didn’t wait for a response and shut the door once again, leaving them gaping at each other. Her in anger, him in total bewilderment. When it looked like she was going to start laying into him again, he made a ‘T’ with his hands. He did his best to keep his voice down. “Timeout and take a deep breath, please. I don’t want you getting sick again. I’m telling you the truth, Harper. I knew nothing about any of this, and I sure as hell didn’t know anything about the baby. I swear on Nina’s grave.”
    Those last five words struck home as he’d hoped, and now it was Harper’s turn to look lost. “But…but the letter. The…what…then who the hell sent me that letter? The handwriting looked like yours.”
    “I don’t know, but it wasn’t me. I swear. Do you still have it?”
    Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head. “No. I was so pissed at you that I shredded it and threw it in the garbage. But what about my phone calls? Why did I keep getting a message that you couldn’t be reached?”
    He had a theory about the how, but not the who and why. He’d have to check with Brody to find out if the idea had merit. “Again,

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