LOGIN"Okay." I hitched my bag higher. "I'll manage." He pointed at the door, and the gesture said everything his mouth didn't bother with. I walked out. Only when his lock clicked shut behind me did I pull a full breath into my lungs. I hurried through the club, out into the evening air, and there,
TASHA "Thank you, Tasha." Daniel held my gaze as he spoke. "For agreeing to help. And listen to me, your safety comes first. Before the chip, before the mission, before everything. You be careful in there." "I will." "Now, I'm dropping you at the club myself. A woman flagging a cab looking the
TASHA The city slid past the window, and I sat in Agent Frost's passenger seat with my head against the glass and my brain tied into knots I couldn't undo. The chip sat in my palm, small and dark and heavier than anything that size had a right to be. Six minutes. That was all he needed. Six min
"Bombs?" The word came out of me like a cough. He nodded. "Yes." "But he traffics girls. That's what he does. Caged birds, auctions, Hemovax. Why would a man like that need a bomb?" "It might look like prostitution is all he cares about, but he has a much bigger plan. It involves those bombs.
TASHA I stared at Agent Frost, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He'd just told me he wasn't going to touch me, and now he was looking at me like a man who had somewhere better to be, and I couldn't figure out either one of those things. Because I didn't want to sleep with him. I wanted that
I pulled my phone and held it out to him with shaking hands. "The video is on here. And I recorded every call he made to me. Every threat. It's all there." He took the phone and tapped on the video. I watched his face while he watched mine, watched his jaw tighten, watched something cold and mur







