“No. She gave us intel but doesn’t have anything new. If we find enough evidence to take down the Coonan organization, I’ll give her an exclusive.”

“You trust her?” Angus asked.

“Yep.” Wolfe’s footsteps increased in pace.

The elevator door dinged in the other room, and heels clipped across the rough cement. “Call in with anything else,” Angus said, clicking off. He turned as Nari Zhang strode into the room. “What the hell are you doing here at three in the morning?”

Her fine eyebrows arched. “Hello to you, too.”

The dog awoke and yawned, his ears picking up.

“Hi, sweetie.” Nari strode for the dog and handed him a bone from her leather purse. She turned around. “I’ve been reading the profile and all records on Sean Banaghan and figured you’d be here.”

Where else would he be at three in the morning? Angus studied the shrink. She wore dark pressed jeans, a white sweater, and black boots that had made that clipping sound. Her dark hair was secured at the top of her head with some sort of clip, and tendrils rained down in a casual manner that looked cool. Her dusky skin was free of makeup, her lips a light rose, and her deep brown eyes tired. “Why are you here, Nari?”

She blinked and drew out a chair. “I told you.”

“No. At the HDD. I know you were sent in to report back on us, but what did you do to get here?” He’d wondered for a while but didn’t have access to her files.

She gave a sardonic cough. “I volunteered for this one. Needed a change, saw you were all on the edge, and figured a shrink would keep this place from imploding.” Her gaze moved to the dog munching happily on his bone. “Then I decided I like it here.” She looked around the dingy room. “Well, not here, but I like the people. A nicer office would be better for all of us.”

Right. That wasn’t going to happen. “What did you determine from Banaghan’s file?” They needed to stick to business, and his eyes had to stop dropping to her petite body.

She sighed. “He’s lying. The first chance he gets, he’s making a break for it to handle things on his own. And my guess? Taking out Eddie Coonan is the first item on his to-do list.”

* * *

Raider awoke after the best few hours of sleep he’d had in a couple of years. His face ached, his hip burned, and his body just plain and simple hurt. But damn, he felt good.

He eyed the sleeping redhead next to him. Her curly hair was splayed across the pillow, and she’d curled onto her side. Her breathing was easy and light.