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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  56. Epilogue
  57. Epilogue
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. About the Author
  60. Also by Catherine Coulter
  61. About the Publisher

She laughed. “It’s not a hotbed of terrorists, Mike, only a different fiefdom.”

“I don’t know him and you said you only met him yesterday. You didn’t trust me for a good six months.”

“No, it was longer than six months. Remember that actress?” She chuckled. “Listen to me. Agent Savich isn’t putting the moves on me like you were. Do you know his wife is Agent Sherlock, the one who stopped that terrorist at JFK?”

“Okay, how about I trust her.”

Olivia talked over him. “Dillon’s the one who took me to an FBI doctor this morning, the hypnotist, and like I said, I remembered everything Hashem told you. Savich’s sources are good enough he found out who the Iranian was I shot at my house Monday night. He was the one who told Mr. Lodner.”

Mike said, “That must have burned Lodner’s butt.”

“I hope so. Have you heard of Razhan?”

Mike sucked in his breath. He said very slowly, “You’re telling me Razhan was one of the men at your house? And you killed him?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Didn’t this FBI guy tell you Razhan’s a known assassin? I don’t know how many kills he’s registered over the years. I don’t even know what he looked like. I’m wondering if he could have been one of the guys at the airport.” He paused. “And you were the one to finally bring him down. Remind me never to piss you off.”

“You’re always pissing me off. Yep, I did bring him down, just like I shot that jerk Frenchman in the shoulder today.”

He laughed, sobered immediately. “Tell me again no injuries, and don’t try to lie to me.”

“Well, the bruise on my rear end looks a bit like a continent, you know, green for land and blue for water, a dash of purple for the sky. Yes, when we’re together again, you can check it out.”

“You’re trying to make me crazy. Stop it. You’re in another safe house, right? Gay is still with you?”

“Yes, but Mike, listen to me. Agent Savich can help us. Tell me where you are, and we can both come to you.”

Mike grinned into the phone. She was always a bulldog. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I promise to think about calling this Dillon Savich. But for now I’ve got more to do and I want to be sure you stay protected until this is over. And when it is, you and I can go hang out together on a beach in Aruba and I’ll rub sunscreen all over your gorgeous back. I wonder if we can get married in Aruba?”

“What? What?”

But he’d ended the call.

34

Mia and Sherlock

Mia’s Apartment

New York City

Thursday morning