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down for the day, how many human guards would be on duty and where. Not to mention any
... relaxation of performance that might have occurred in your absence."
Raphael's eyes flashed and she hurried on. It happens in every organization, my lord. At
least among humans. When weeks and months go by with no threat, there's a tendency to re-
lax, to be less vigilant. And with the big boss that would be you gone, it would have been
even more lax. These two men would have known this, would have known whom to count on
to be particularly slow, especially in the morning."
Raphael whipped a small cell phone from his pocket and hit a speed dial number. Cyn
could hear it ringing downstairs below the deck. She stepped outside and found Duncan on
the beach, staring up at the condo, cell phone to his ear. He stared at her unblinkingly as he
spoke to Raphael, then disconnected and immediately dialed another number, giving her his
back before speaking. Cyn went back inside.
"Duncan will take care of it, Raphael assured her. I should know by morning who these
spies are. No one has been permitted to leave the estate since the abduction. Whoever they
are, they're still there."
"Well, that's good. Now what about the guy who reviewed the footage in the first place, or
was supposed to? Either he did a bad job, or he intentionally left out that little detail. I don't re-
member talking to anyone like that the other night, so we should talk to him too."
"Ah. That would be Gregoire. He was lately in charge of Alexandra's security detail."
"Lately? she repeated with a sinking stomach.
"Gregoire is no longer ... a concern."
Cyn opened her mouth to say something, sucked in a breath instead and let it out. Okay.
What about these two other guys? What will you do with them?"
"I will get answers from them, Cyn, he said coldly. Answers which will take me one step
closer to my enemy."
She swallowed hard. I'd, uh ... I'd like to be there when you talk with them, my lord. There
are some questions I'd like answered and it's possible, she hurried on when he gave her a
forbidding look. It's possible I might notice something the rest of you would overlook. It was
a gentle reminder, but a reminder nonetheless, that it had been she who discovered the pres-
ence of the infiltrators in the first place.
Raphael glided across the room toward her, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet, the
soft wool of his suit seeming to caress his long, lean body. He walked right up to her, not
stopping until only a few inches separated them. Cynthia froze, her heart pounding so hard it
was visible beneath the fine knit of her sweater. You're quite right, Cyn, he said softly. I am
in your debt."
"It's She started to lick her suddenly dry lips, then stopped, aware of his eyes following
the movement of her tongue. It's part of my job, my lord. It's what you hired me to do."
"So it is. He tilted forward slightly, bringing his body a little closer to hers, his breath
brushing her skin. It will take some time, Cyn, to find these men. And the entire night lies
ahead."
Cynthia struggled to think clearly. He was so close. Her entire body was screaming at her
to touch him, just touch him, just once ... please. She clenched her fists hard enough to draw
blood with her nails, and saw Raphael's nostrils flare with the scent. It was like a cold slap in
the face. She drew a single deep breath and then another and stepped away. I've got work to
do. If they've overlooked this, there might be something else. And I want to enhance the au-
dio. The kidnappers might have said something to each other, something the main pickup
wouldn't have caught, or even something your boy Greg didn't want you to hear."
Raphael's eyes shuttered. Of course. You will keep me informed."
"Yes. Absolutely. And you'll let me in on the interrogation, right? You won't do it without
me?"
Raphael's eyes gleamed. Oh no, Cyn. I won't do it without you. He strolled over to the
stairs and started downward, pausing before taking the second step. Cynthia, following on his
heels, pulled up short when he stopped. Tell me, Cyn, he said softly, their faces almost
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down for the day, how many human guards would be on duty and where. Not to mention any
... relaxation of performance that might have occurred in your absence."
Raphael's eyes flashed and she hurried on. It happens in every organization, my lord. At
least among humans. When weeks and months go by with no threat, there's a tendency to re-
lax, to be less vigilant. And with the big boss that would be you gone, it would have been
even more lax. These two men would have known this, would have known whom to count on
to be particularly slow, especially in the morning."
Raphael whipped a small cell phone from his pocket and hit a speed dial number. Cyn
could hear it ringing downstairs below the deck. She stepped outside and found Duncan on
the beach, staring up at the condo, cell phone to his ear. He stared at her unblinkingly as he
spoke to Raphael, then disconnected and immediately dialed another number, giving her his
back before speaking. Cyn went back inside.
"Duncan will take care of it, Raphael assured her. I should know by morning who these
spies are. No one has been permitted to leave the estate since the abduction. Whoever they
are, they're still there."
"Well, that's good. Now what about the guy who reviewed the footage in the first place, or
was supposed to? Either he did a bad job, or he intentionally left out that little detail. I don't re-
member talking to anyone like that the other night, so we should talk to him too."
"Ah. That would be Gregoire. He was lately in charge of Alexandra's security detail."
"Lately? she repeated with a sinking stomach.
"Gregoire is no longer ... a concern."
Cyn opened her mouth to say something, sucked in a breath instead and let it out. Okay.
What about these two other guys? What will you do with them?"
"I will get answers from them, Cyn, he said coldly. Answers which will take me one step
closer to my enemy."
She swallowed hard. I'd, uh ... I'd like to be there when you talk with them, my lord. There
are some questions I'd like answered and it's possible, she hurried on when he gave her a
forbidding look. It's possible I might notice something the rest of you would overlook. It was
a gentle reminder, but a reminder nonetheless, that it had been she who discovered the pres-
ence of the infiltrators in the first place.
Raphael glided across the room toward her, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet, the
soft wool of his suit seeming to caress his long, lean body. He walked right up to her, not
stopping until only a few inches separated them. Cynthia froze, her heart pounding so hard it
was visible beneath the fine knit of her sweater. You're quite right, Cyn, he said softly. I am
in your debt."
"It's She started to lick her suddenly dry lips, then stopped, aware of his eyes following
the movement of her tongue. It's part of my job, my lord. It's what you hired me to do."
"So it is. He tilted forward slightly, bringing his body a little closer to hers, his breath
brushing her skin. It will take some time, Cyn, to find these men. And the entire night lies
ahead."
Cynthia struggled to think clearly. He was so close. Her entire body was screaming at her
to touch him, just touch him, just once ... please. She clenched her fists hard enough to draw
blood with her nails, and saw Raphael's nostrils flare with the scent. It was like a cold slap in
the face. She drew a single deep breath and then another and stepped away. I've got work to
do. If they've overlooked this, there might be something else. And I want to enhance the au-
dio. The kidnappers might have said something to each other, something the main pickup
wouldn't have caught, or even something your boy Greg didn't want you to hear."
Raphael's eyes shuttered. Of course. You will keep me informed."
"Yes. Absolutely. And you'll let me in on the interrogation, right? You won't do it without
me?"
Raphael's eyes gleamed. Oh no, Cyn. I won't do it without you. He strolled over to the
stairs and started downward, pausing before taking the second step. Cynthia, following on his
heels, pulled up short when he stopped. Tell me, Cyn, he said softly, their faces almost
even. Did you dream last night?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]