phone and turned back to an empty conference room. He tossed the pad onto the table and rested both of his palms on the edge. One step forward, three steps back. At least he’d been able to make the car tailing Grace Marshall. Now he’d have no way of knowing if the guy was still following her until he spotted his new wheels. If he was able to spot them. The guy was cunning. He’d left a dead end when he dumped the black sedan. Hell, Nick would even bet the interior of the car had been wiped clean of any fingerprints.
“Nick?” Amelia stood in the doorway of the conference room.
“Yes.” He looked up.
“There’s someone here to see you. Shall I show them in here?”
Nick straightened. “Sure.”
Amelia disappeared as he shuffled his paperwork into the file on the table. Who would visit him at CSaI headquarters? Most of his work was accomplished in the field, without the trappings of a storefront that could overexpose the CSaI team. He’d only given out a couple of business cards with the information on them since he’d become a part of the group….
His muscles tensed between his shoulder blades as he stepped around the table, listening to Amelia’s voice in the outer office as it amplified.
“Right this way, Miss…?”
“Marshall. Grace Marshall.”
Nick braced himself for another face-to-face with the unsuspecting focus of his investigation for Governor Lockhart. Rarely did a mark come to him, and a measure of curiosity zipped across his nerves.
Did she know he’d been watching her home this weekend? Had she made him and believed he was some sort of crazy stalker? Was she here to tell him to flake off, or that she planned to call the cops?
Every scenario he could use to justify her visit vanished from his mind as she stepped into the conference room.
She looked beautiful this morning with her long hair let loose in sexy blond strands, her tentative blue-eyed gaze locking with his.
He was in some serious trouble.
“I’ll let you two speak in private.” Amelia stepped out and pulled the door closed.
“I’m sorry to just show up like this,” Grace said as she fingered his business card in her left hand. “But I desperately need your help.”
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