American Heroes Series - 01 - Resurrection by Kathryn Le Veque Read Free Book Online

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    “Your daughter is going to make a great terrorist.”
    “You’re telling me.”
    Stu joined them, having just come off the elevator from the lower administrative floor. He didn’t look pleased.
    “What’s up, Stu?” Cydney asked.
    His blue eyes were locked on the two agents. “I just talked to Walt. He said he was contacted by the FBI field office in West Los Angeles and that these guys are legit.”
    “Then why the long face?” Anne-Michelle asked.
    “Stu is upset because he doesn’t get to throw them out,” Cydney told her, winking at Stu when he glared at her.  “Oh, lighten up, Stu. You’re still the big man around here.”
    As Stu wandered away, towards the two agents as if stalking them, Cydney decided to leave Anne-Michelle and follow her security chief.  The two of them came upon the agents just as the men were turning away from the crucifixion case.
    “Well,” Serreaux began, “it looks like everything is well thought out. You’ve done a good job.”
    “Thanks,” Cydney said.  An awkward silence settled and she spoke again. “Look, I don’t mean to be nosey, but can you tell me more about these zealots? I would really like to know what we may be up against. I think it’s only fair.”
    Serreaux gazed at her, the split-second of silence confirming what she had suspected the night before; he knew more than what he was telling her. She wanted answers and she wanted the truth.
    “Please?” she begged quietly, lifting her eyebrows for emphasis.
    Ethan watched her expression, noting the delicate lift of the brow and the way her hazel eyes glistened. In fact, he’d done little else but check her out since nearly the moment he met her.
     Cydney Hetherington had been nothing that he had expected. Although he wasn’t sure what he had expected as head of museum operations, a gorgeous blond hadn’t been an option.  From the bottom of her pretty feet to the top of her spectacular blond head, she looked like an angel.  That was his first thought when he had laid eyes on her last night.  Everything about the woman was perfect. He particularly liked the sound of her voice; soft and low and sultry like an actress from old Hollywood. It was very, very sexy.  The longer he stared at her, the more he could feel himself relenting. Maybe she was right.
    After a moment, he nodded his head.
    “Let’s go to your office,” he said softly, throwing a look over his shoulder to Lowell, who was still studying the contents of the case. “I’ll be right back.”
    Stu tried to follow them but Serreaux waved him off.  Furious, Stu struggled not to demand that he be allowed to go. Just short of throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the gallery, he stormed off in the opposite direction and disappeared into another wing.
    Lowell, somewhat caught in the middle of the power play, wasn’t unaware of the security chief’s reaction but he was more interested in watching Serreaux follow the hot museum director to the elevator. He wasn’t oblivious to the way Ethan had looked at the woman, both last night and today.  He’d known Ethan Serreaux for nine years; for four of those years they had been partners. Since Ethan’s ex-wife had left him eight years ago, taking their young son with her back to the east coast, Ethan had not been a particularly joyful man to be around. There was something inherently bitter about him, especially towards women. 
    Lowell shook his head faintly and turned back to the case, hoping wherever they were going and whatever was going to be said, that Ethan would not drive yet another woman to tears. He was particularly good at that when the mood struck him.
    Cydney was oblivious to that particular personality trait of Special Agent Serreaux as they took the elevator down to the bottom floor in silence.  When the doors opened, she led him down the long, cold, concrete hallway until they reached her office. 
    Entering the room, it smelled slightly rotted, evidence of