is..."
"Depressing, I know . And yes, I think I understand and I can do it ." How that slipped out of my mouth , I’ll never know. It was probably the adrenaline racing through my system. Or stupidity. Hard to tell.
"We're asking you to potentially rat on your colleagues, snooping through their desks and mak ing notes of your conversations with them. We'll ask you to view everyone you work with as a suspect, and to investigate anything you may find suspicious. You might even have to lie t o them."
I remembered the time I lied to Lily , saying the strapless , red , mini dress she ’d f a ll en in love with had just sold out during a sale , when I'd actually hid den the last one on the plus - size rack , where she would never look . To be fair, it didn't suit her and I was trying to be nice . "I can do that," I said with absolute confidence.
"Good. Maddox will brief you. I look forward to your first report."
“You’re not seriously putting Blondie on the case?” The voice came from behind me. Cool, disembodied. I resisted the urge to turn around , and confront the hulking presence of Solomon, while shouting “ Blondie? ” indignantly. Miller’s eyebrows rose in the silence that followed. He refocused on me, clearly waiting for some kind of answer.
"Thank you, sir. I , uh, won't let you down, " I said, my jaw firm. The insult sealed it for me. Unnatural blondes were not incapable.
"If you let me down, it's because you're dead," said Matt, and there wasn't a hint of warmth in his voice this time. "Maddox, get Lexi’s statement ; then you and Solomon take Lexi home and retrieve the memory stick. Whatever is in those files, I want to know about it. Yesterday."
Chapter Four
"Where to?" asked Solomon, as we exited the building an hour later . He slid a pair of sunglasses on , hiding his beautiful brown eyes, and took the keys from the waiting driver, who nodded at us and walked away. Maddox took the front seat without bending to the time honored tradition of calling shotgun , so I slid into the back and fought hard not to stick my tongue out at the back of Solomon’s head .
The “B londie ” comment still cut deep. Blondes were supposed to have more fun; gentlemen were supposed to “ lur ve ” blondes if Marilyn was right. And here was a Neanderthal who thought my hair color meant I couldn’t compete with the big boys. We’d soon see about t hat, I decided resolutely .
"My place," I mumbled, my head still ringing with the thought that I was now an undercover ope rative. Just how cool was that? It almost made up for the heart - stopping moment of finding a corpse , a moment I’d relived in less than glorious detail as I gave my statement . It was almost as good as snuggling up to Adam … Maddox ( what did I call him now ? I wondered ) in a dark c los et .
Solomon, clearly the strong , silent type, drove us to my apartment without a word . He didn't even ask where to go, as he zipped through the traffic, ultimately pulling into my driveway and parking beside my VW .
Lily’s car was absent, which was fine with me. H ow c ould I explain arriving home with not one, but two hunks? One of whom she already thought I'd spent the night with ! Even worse, I had no plausible explanation and I couldn't tell her the truth. I could tell her some brilliant lies though, I thought, mashing my lips together so I didn’t giggle.
I unlocked the door, and both men followed me up. Inside the apartment, they slipped past me, Solomon neatly picking me up and placing me to one side, before they fanned out, checking through every room, opening a nd shutting doors, their weapons drawn . I must have been sleepwalking before, because the guns made it lethally real now. Not to mention that they thought it necessary to check through my apartment.
This wasn’t a game.
"All clear," said Maddox. Solomon nodded in agreement. "Come through, Lexi."
“ What were you doing?" I tossed my keys onto the slim console
"Depressing, I know . And yes, I think I understand and I can do it ." How that slipped out of my mouth , I’ll never know. It was probably the adrenaline racing through my system. Or stupidity. Hard to tell.
"We're asking you to potentially rat on your colleagues, snooping through their desks and mak ing notes of your conversations with them. We'll ask you to view everyone you work with as a suspect, and to investigate anything you may find suspicious. You might even have to lie t o them."
I remembered the time I lied to Lily , saying the strapless , red , mini dress she ’d f a ll en in love with had just sold out during a sale , when I'd actually hid den the last one on the plus - size rack , where she would never look . To be fair, it didn't suit her and I was trying to be nice . "I can do that," I said with absolute confidence.
"Good. Maddox will brief you. I look forward to your first report."
“You’re not seriously putting Blondie on the case?” The voice came from behind me. Cool, disembodied. I resisted the urge to turn around , and confront the hulking presence of Solomon, while shouting “ Blondie? ” indignantly. Miller’s eyebrows rose in the silence that followed. He refocused on me, clearly waiting for some kind of answer.
"Thank you, sir. I , uh, won't let you down, " I said, my jaw firm. The insult sealed it for me. Unnatural blondes were not incapable.
"If you let me down, it's because you're dead," said Matt, and there wasn't a hint of warmth in his voice this time. "Maddox, get Lexi’s statement ; then you and Solomon take Lexi home and retrieve the memory stick. Whatever is in those files, I want to know about it. Yesterday."
Chapter Four
"Where to?" asked Solomon, as we exited the building an hour later . He slid a pair of sunglasses on , hiding his beautiful brown eyes, and took the keys from the waiting driver, who nodded at us and walked away. Maddox took the front seat without bending to the time honored tradition of calling shotgun , so I slid into the back and fought hard not to stick my tongue out at the back of Solomon’s head .
The “B londie ” comment still cut deep. Blondes were supposed to have more fun; gentlemen were supposed to “ lur ve ” blondes if Marilyn was right. And here was a Neanderthal who thought my hair color meant I couldn’t compete with the big boys. We’d soon see about t hat, I decided resolutely .
"My place," I mumbled, my head still ringing with the thought that I was now an undercover ope rative. Just how cool was that? It almost made up for the heart - stopping moment of finding a corpse , a moment I’d relived in less than glorious detail as I gave my statement . It was almost as good as snuggling up to Adam … Maddox ( what did I call him now ? I wondered ) in a dark c los et .
Solomon, clearly the strong , silent type, drove us to my apartment without a word . He didn't even ask where to go, as he zipped through the traffic, ultimately pulling into my driveway and parking beside my VW .
Lily’s car was absent, which was fine with me. H ow c ould I explain arriving home with not one, but two hunks? One of whom she already thought I'd spent the night with ! Even worse, I had no plausible explanation and I couldn't tell her the truth. I could tell her some brilliant lies though, I thought, mashing my lips together so I didn’t giggle.
I unlocked the door, and both men followed me up. Inside the apartment, they slipped past me, Solomon neatly picking me up and placing me to one side, before they fanned out, checking through every room, opening a nd shutting doors, their weapons drawn . I must have been sleepwalking before, because the guns made it lethally real now. Not to mention that they thought it necessary to check through my apartment.
This wasn’t a game.
"All clear," said Maddox. Solomon nodded in agreement. "Come through, Lexi."
“ What were you doing?" I tossed my keys onto the slim console
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