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  1. “YOU CAN TOUCH ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T ABANDON THE JOB.”
  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. Teaser chapter
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The screen flared to life. Oh, it was one of those subscription streaming bikes, which meant an Internet connection. All right. She could do this.

She explored the app. Damn it. No communication method. Only bike rides, live streaming classes, and other apps. But where there’s one app, she could find another. She followed the trail to a social network created for athletes and downloaded the app, her mind screaming. As soon as it downloaded, she created an account, and on any network, she could send a message.

Holding her breath, she sent a message via email to all the members of her team. There was no guarantee they’d see it or even open an odd message. It might even look like an advertisement or promotion.

Dana screamed from somewhere in the house, and Brigid stopped breathing.

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

Raider paced the hub of the office, his mind misfiring in every direction. Malcolm and Wolfe were in with the tech trying to find any sort of lead on the traffic cams, and Angus watched him pace, finally sitting in a chair. “You need to calm down.”

“I can’t.” Raider shot a hand through his hair. “She’s in danger. I never let her off the hook. I mean, sure, I was going to forgive her, but I’m such an ass. I couldn’t just say it was okay.” His body felt as if horses had dragged him for miles. “I never told her how I felt. She doesn’t know.”

“She’s smarter than you. Sure, she knows,” Angus said wearily, putting his head back. “I just called and checked on Nari. She can’t help—no memory. We have to find them.”

“We know Eddie doesn’t have them,” Raider said, increasing his pace. “Dana could’ve been working on any story. If the senator has them, why not call with a ransom demand? He has to want that journal, but I’m sure he knows we’ve kept a copy.” He growled, frustration eating at him. “After seeing the first half, he must realize it was about the Coonans and not him.”

“So he didn’t take them,” Angus said.

“He’s all we’ve got,” Raider countered. “We don’t know anything about Dana’s other stories. Only this one. We need to track that bastard down.”

“You’re tilting at windmills,” Angus said. His phone dinged, and he glanced down. “Telemarketers. On email.”

Twin dings sounded from the computer room. Raider paused and looked over his shoulder. That was odd. Then his phone buzzed. “Wait a minute.” His heart leaped into his throat, and he yanked out his phone, scrolling through email and reading. His legs nearly gave out. “It’s Brigid with a location. We have to go. Now.”