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- A Preview of Book 2 in the ROCKY MOUNTAIN COURAGE Series
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She didn’t miss the hesitation in his tone. Good. That meant she should push it. “In the context of stolen artifacts, what else?”
He heaved a sigh. “The term isn’t used often, but the Janus is a person who facilitates the movement of an illegally trafficked item to the licit world market. Think of the Janus as a portal, the laundering point.”
“Any thoughts on the profile of such a person?”
“Wait, are you suggesting that there’s a Janus connection through Montana?” His voice sounded incredulous.
“You know as much as I do. Maybe the person is here right now. Has a ranch but another home elsewhere. What kind of person am I looking for, Jeremy? A scientist like you? Someone who’s wealthy and is a collector? Or a museum curator? Someone who travels?”
“My answer will depend on the item. I need to see it, Terra. I could drive up to you.”
Wow, he wasn’t kidding. “No, that’s okay.”
“The Janus has many connections, political and social, and probably travels a lot. More than that, this could mean a world market. It could mean . . . international collectors. Bigger money.”
There was that word bigger again.
Just as she was thinking, but she didn’t want to believe it. Jeremy had been the right person to ask. “Okay. You have a deal. But I’m coming to you.”
THIRTY-SIX
Chance sat in the dark corner and waited. This wasn’t his preferred method, but he had no choice.
Blevins flicked the lamp on at his bed and spotted Chance in the chair aiming a gun at him.
Fear flickered across his face. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s time for you to remember something.”
The man lifted his palms. “You don’t want to do anything stupid.”
“I already did that a long time ago. You’re the one who doesn’t want to do anything stupid.”
“You’re not going to shoot me.”
“I have nothing to lose.”
“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this, man? This isn’t like you. Not at all.”
“Oh, so you do remember me.”
Blevins stared at Chance but said nothing.
“Who’s behind the deliveries?” Chance asked.
“I don’t know anything.”
Chance fingered the trigger, hoping Blevins believed the bluff.
“Okay, okay. I remember you. But maybe you shouldn’t be so anxious for me to remember. Maybe it’s better that I forget I saw you.”
“Yes, please forget. But only after you give me something I can use. I need to face off with him. This was supposed to be my last run, and then I was free.”
Blevins laughed. “Did you ever stop to think that your freedom simply meant your death?”
Chance paused at that. “No, actually, I hadn’t. But since it sounds like my life is threatened, you’d better start talking.”