Years ago, the McClouds and their friends rescued little Sveti Ardova from ruthless organ traffickers. Now she’s all grown up, and getting into some scorching trouble of her own . . .
Now they’re spiraling in on a deadly and explosive secret—one that could either redeem them or destroy them … and the closer they get, the shorter the fuse …
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"I watch the news, Sveti," he said patiently. "I'm a cop. I have friends. I hear things. Plus, you live-streamed, blogged and tweeted the whole thing to a hundred and twenty thousand followers."
"And you are one of them, now? Spying on me?"
He plowed right on past that one, there being no point. "Sneaking into that place with a live video camera on you was suicidal. You should have just passed the tip onto the police, and let them deal with it."
Her chin tilted up. "There were thirty-four trafficked Chinese nationals locked in there, slaving eighteen hours a day! I saw my chance, and took it! People have to see for themselves. It's the only thing that makes it real for them! That's what pulls in the donations!"
"You can't help anyone if you're dead," he pointed out. "But never mind that now. Just tell me about the death threats."
"It was just a letter," she said, defensive. "Hand delivered. It said they were going to kill me. That's all. Nothing came of it."
She shook it off. "Months ago, now."
"So why aren't you guarded twenty-four seven?" he snarled.
"I was! For months! Finally I put my foot down, because it was absurd, Sam. I can't live my life like that. Don't worry! It's covered!"
Covered, his ass. But he knew a dead-end conversation when he heard one. He had lots of practice. Those were a Petrie family hobby.
"Fine," he said. "On to the next item that's not my business."
Her eyes dilated. He wished he had the super-senses they said Miles had now. His heart pounded too hard to hear hers, certainly at that distance. He started to close that distance, and she skittered back a pace. It took all his willpower to stay motionless, leaving none to hold back the incredibly ill-advised question. "If you don't want to talk about death threats, then tell me about your love life."
Her mouth tightened. "I would rather not."
"Tell me about loverboy. How long have you been seeing him?"
"You mean Josh? I've known him ever since Nick rescued me from Zhoglo. He's a good friend."
"Define 'friend," he said. "Does it mean, free to fondle your ass?"
The chin tilted up a notch. "You're being invasive."
"Yeah? Would you feel invaded to learn that he's hitting on two girls on the catering staff, in between groping slow-dances with you?"
Her gaze dropped, but she did not look as startled or upset about that revelation as she ought to. "You have no right to judge."
"Wrong," he informed her. "That ten minutes in Ranieri's home office two years ago. No matter how long ago, no matter how you've ignored me since then, that ten minutes gives me the right to give a shit. Tell me about Cattrell. Are you fucking him?"
"No!" The denial popped out, vehement and breathless.
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Publisher: Kensington Books
Print Length: 416 pages
Publication Date: January 27, 2015
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