Название | Mistaken Identity |
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Автор произведения | Merline Lovelace |
Жанр | Современные любовные романы |
Серия | |
Издательство | Современные любовные романы |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781472051790 |
“I don’t know,” she said at last.
Disappointment whipped through him. A part of him had hoped she’d cooperate voluntarily, and that he wouldn’t have to implement Phase Three.
He didn’t see any other option now. He angled his head, his gaze thoughtful as it rested on her face.
“You can tell me. In my line of work, I’ve seen about every kind of trouble people can get into.”
She took her lower lip between her teeth again. Marsh figured she would chew off a couple of layers of skin before he got through with her. Her chocolate and caramel eyes searched his face.
“I don’t know your name.”
The abrupt change in direction threw him off stride for a moment. “What?”
“I don’t know who you are,” she said again.
“Henderson. Marsh Henderson.”
“Or what you are,” she added slowly.
“I told you. I’m a cop.”
“Do you have some identification?”
He blinked, and then gave a snort of laughter. “Isn’t it a little late to be asking to see my badge?”
Her chin came up. “You know what they say, Mr. Henderson…”
“Marsh.”
“You know what they say, Marsh. Better late than too late.”
His mouth kicked up in a half grin. “That’s what they say, all right.”
Digging into his back pocket, he pulled out a black leather case. A single flip displayed his photo ID and gold badge with its blue enamel shield, surmounted by an open-winged gold eagle.
“U.S.” She read the large initials in the center of the shield easily enough, but squinted at the smaller lettering around it. “U.S. what?”
“U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency. I’m a special agent with the DEA.”
“A special agent?” she echoed, paling.
Obviously, his profession made her nervous. It made a lot of people nervous. As it should, Marsh thought sardonically. Flipping the leather case shut, he slid it into his back pocket.
“I get the feeling you’re wondering just why I happened to move into the house next door.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Smart lady.”
“Well?”
“We’ve been using the place to conduct a surveillance.” He kept his eyes locked with hers. “We’ve been watching your house for the past three days, Becky, waiting for you to come home.”
The “we” was stretching things, but the target didn’t need to know that.
“Why?” she whispered.
“To take you into protective custody.”
Chapter 3
“Protective custody!”
Stunned, Lauren gaped at the man staring down at her.
“Why?” she asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past few minutes.
“Because you’re our only link to David Jannisek.”
Becky’s latest love. The man she just might be serious about. With a shake of her head, Lauren tried to grasp what the heck this was all about.
“Why do you want to find Jannisek?”
His face seemed to get tighter around the edges. “You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
Henderson’s eyes went ice cold. Lauren could feel the chill from where she stood.
“Your boyfriend has had a run of bad luck at the track recently. Our sources tell us he owes his bookie more than five hundred.”
“Five hundred dollars?”
“Try five hundred grand.”
“Good God!”
Was that why Becky needed time to think things through? She’d fallen for a loser—just as her sister had? If so, Lauren ached for her. She could speak firsthand to that painful experience.
“He liquidated every asset he owned,” Henderson continued, wrenching her attention back to him. “Didn’t you wonder what happened to his Jag?”
Or didn’t you care? his expression seemed to imply. His gaze flicked to Lauren’s lapel once again, telegraphing an unmistakably cynical message.
“Your boyfriend blew the last of his credit on that little bauble. The store clerk said Jannisek told him to spread the cost of it over three separate charge cards, all of which maxed out.”
Lauren felt herself squirming on Becky’s behalf. Her sister didn’t have a greedy bone in her body, but there was no denying she was careless about finances—her own and everyone else’s. She never hesitated to hit Lauren up for a loan. And she’d apparently walked out of her house without her checkbook and credit cards! She probably didn’t have a clue that her latest love interest was up to his neck in financial hot water.
“Is that why you’re after him?” Lauren asked, still trying to comprehend this bizarre situation. “Because of what he owes?”
“I don’t care what he owes. It’s who he owes it to that I’m interested in.”
From the set of Henderson’s mouth, Lauren had the feeling that matters were about to go from bad to worse for David Jannisek—and, by extension, for her sister. Digging her fists into her jacket pockets, she braced herself.
“All right. Lay it on me. Who does he owe it to?”
“The man we suspect of controlling organized crime in the Southwest.”
“Organized crime?” Her jaw dropped. “You mean, like, the mafia?”
“The modern-day version of it.”
She was still reeling from that when he closed the distance between them, his boot heels thudding softly on the wooden floor.
Lauren took an instinctive step back. From across the room, Marsh Henderson projected a sizzling masculinity. Up close and personal, he was just a little bit intimidating.
Okay, more than a little. Except…
He hadn’t felt intimidating when she’d plowed into him in the backyard. For a few moments there, he’d felt strong and solid and safe.
“That’s the man I want,” he told her, his deep voice resonating with an intensity that raised goose bumps on her arms. “The mob boss. And you’re going to help me nail him, Becky.”
“How?”
“By letting me tuck you away in a nice, safe place. If Jannisek’s half as much in love with you as everyone says he is, he’ll come looking for you.”
“In other words,” she said slowly, incredulously, “you want to set a trap?”
“Yes.”
“With…with me as bait?”
“Yes.”
The blunt admission ignited a little curl of anger deep in Lauren’s chest. It hadn’t taken this tough-edged cop long to show his stripes. He didn’t care about her sister. Didn’t care about David Jannisek. All he