Night Of The Condor. Sara Craven

bridges,’ Leigh said calmly. She gave him a brilliant smile. ‘After all, there’s no need for us to be bad friends, Doctor Martinez. We’re on the same side.’

      ‘Are we, Miss Frazier?’ he asked softly. ‘I think I might need some convincing of that.’

      ‘Well, the night is young.’ Leigh rose to her feet. ‘So—shall we go up and eat?’

      Her face was serene as she led the way to the lift, but at the same time she was aware of a distinct frisson of uneasiness. Rourke Martinez, she thought, was still proving a formidable opponent, although she thought she might be ahead on points—just.

      She shook herself. She couldn’t start losing her nerve now. He was a man, and capable of being manipulated like any other. And she had been adept at that kind of manipulation since her cradle.

      There was no reason, no reason at all to think that this time she might have met her match.