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  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

Wolfe watched her until the taillights disappeared into the storm. “Bye, Nari.”

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Dana sat at the middle hub of desks in the Deep Ops dismal basement, researching Frank Spanek on her laptop all morning. Why would that man have wanted to drug either her or Wolfe? Did he want them dead? If it was because of her, then she was getting closer to deciphering Candy’s story. If it was because of Wolfe’s search for Rock, whoever he was, then she had no idea why. Also, had Spanek killed Albert Nelson? If so, why?

Wolfe had given her the silent treatment on the way in to the off ice, and even the super sweet latte he’d bought for her on the way had failed to lighten her mood. There was something up with him, and it wasn’t good.

He’d dropped her off, along with Roscoe, and then had gone to run errands. Whatever the heck that meant.

Angus Force worked quietly in his office, and Nari was in hers, so Dana had the hub to herself. Apparently Malcolm was out on a case.

The room was too quiet.

She looked up to find Angus watching her, leaning against the doorjamb of his office.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Sometimes she forgot he could be such a nice guy. “I’m fine.” It was more or less the truth.

Angus ruffled a hand through his thick hair. His green eyes were sharp and focused today, and his broad shoulders took up most of the space in the doorway. Like Wolfe, he was all muscle. Lean and strong. His face was sharper, more angled, than Wolfe’s rugged one. “If you need to, talk to the shrink. I’ve heard she has some good advice.”

“Okay.” They had enough hotties on this unit to make a calendar. Dana grinned.

“It’s good to see you smile.” Angus straightened, and a second later, the elevator’s gears ground loudly.

Dana pivoted, her heart rate accelerating. Was Wolfe back?

The door opened, and a woman stumbled out, her hands full of papers. Her curly black hair was cut in a blunt bob, and a fine smattering of freckles spread across her nose and cheeks, a shade darker than her russet brown skin. She wore cargo pants, tennis shoes, and a T-shirt depicting the Starship Enterprise being swallowed by a black hole. The woman’s gaze caught on Angus, and relief filled her face. “Angus. This is such a dump.”

Angus smiled, a genuine one. “Serena.” He maneuvered around desks to reach her, picking up her falling papers. “Thank you for coming.” Grasping her arm, he drew her closer to Dana. “This is my friend who’s good with puzzles. Dana Mulberry, meet Serena Johnson.”

“Hi,” Serena said, crouching to scratch Roscoe’s ears.