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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

Good God. Raider Tanaka had moved pipe. She was so far down the rabbit hole, she’d never find her way back up. Had he been shirtless in the sun moving those sprinklers? The idea was almost too much. She stood and handed him the box. “You look so smooth and put together. Fancy,” she murmured.

His smile this time was all for her. “You can become anybody you want to in this world, baby girl. Just who do you want to be?”

A slow shiver wound down her spine, spreading out across her lower back. That tone. It was a killer.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Raider couldn’t help but glance again at the closed door to the Deep Ops computer room, where Brigid had disappeared with the kitten. The cheap lights buzzed above his head, and water audibly dripped somewhere in the distance.

“Drink.” Wolfe shoved a shot glass of rotgut across the desks.

“Not thirsty.” Raider kept his hand near the glass, since Roscoe had stood up from his perch outside Nari’s door. He’d seen how fast the dog could move when there was alcohol there for the plucking.

Force tipped his own glass down from the adjacent desk and then repoured. “Is it just me, or are the women irritated with us?”

Raider twirled his glass around. “We shouldn’t have given Brigid her father’s records.” The feeling in the pit of his stomach wouldn’t go away, although there was a warmth about sitting around with his team and having a drink. He’d missed having a team. He considered his foster siblings family, and he’d found a team in the HDD before his last op had gone wrong. Now he had this ragtag group of truly excellent fighters to call his own.

“She deserves the truth.” Wolfe looked toward Nari’s closed door. “What pissed the shrink off?”

Raider finally found a hint of amusement. “She suggested, again, that Force start counseling sessions with her. He kindly refused.” Not true. The refusal had been delivered in a voice harder than concrete.

Wolfe snorted. “The rest of us are supposed to talk to her. Why not you, Force?”

Force rolled his eyes. “The deal with HDD is that you all talk to her, since you’re a bunch of troublemakers. I’m the one they want to keep quiet, so I can get away without expressing every damn feeling I might have about anything.”

Raider rubbed his cleanly shaven chin. “The fact that they let you get away with blackmail really does lend credence to the fact that Lassiter is alive.” Lassiter was a prolific serial killer that Force had caught and supposedly killed, but an informant had sent Force information that indicated otherwise before disappearing, which was why Force had created the Deep Ops unit. The HDD would want to keep the secret because Lassiter had been an HDD employee. Hence, case room one. “Any new leads?”