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medics would have plenty of patients to care for, but he hoped no one inside the building had been seriously hurt. He hated killing military personnel.
    He hadn’t believed his luck when he’d been told Mara’s jet had rerouted to Oahu, providing him with the perfect opportunity to take her out before she reached DC and said the wrong things to the right people.
    Now she was dead. Despite what Mara believed of him, this wasn’t the outcome he’d wanted. But he had no other choice. Rectifying Roddy’s fuckup in allowing her to escape him in North Korea was more important.
    With binoculars, he watched the colonel at the periphery of the scene. The man held a cell phone to his ear. With the touch of a button, he accessed the speaker on the colonel’s phone and eavesdropped on the conversation.
    He smiled, hearing Dominick say he’d return to the base. When Dominick arrived, a sniper shot would be the cleanest way to take care of the last loose end. He had the long-range rifle ready.
    The boat rolled over a low wave. He rocked with the motion, steady on his feet at the helm as he waited for Dominick to say more, but the conversation had halted.
    Then a third voice carried over the line, and his blood ran cold.
    His gaze returned to the scene on the airfield. Firefighters pumped water on the smoldering ruins. People limped out of the wounded building, and the colonel paced.
    All for nothing.
    Mara was alive.

    I F SHE DIDN’T think it was impossible, Mara might believe the unfazable Curt Dominick was, well, fazed. He gripped the porch railing and looked as if he’d fall without the support.
    “What the hell is going on?” she asked.
    He stooped and picked up his cell phone. In that one swift motion, she saw him transform from rattled to composed. His left hand adjusted the knot on his silk tie, while his deep voice was clear and steady. “Colonel, Mara’s here. She just arrived.”
    Damn, he’d probably been looking for her.
    “I don’t know,” he said into the phone. “I’ll find out.” He stared at her but surprisingly didn’t appear angry. He looked…hungry. Her belly fluttered at the intensity of his hazel eyes. “Keep this under wraps. I’ll call when I know more.” He shoved the phone into his pocket, his gaze still locked on hers.
    She found his silence and stare unnerving. “I wanted to pick up some stuff.” Crap. He hadn’t said a word, and she’d already gone on the defensive.
    “Dominick! I want you to see this.” The words carried through the screen door.
    Shocked, she pinned Curt with a glare. It was one thing for him to be here, quite another for a stranger to be inside her house. “Who’s inside?”
    Curt’s cell buzzed. He fished it out and glanced at the caller ID.
    “Don’t you dare take that call without answering me. I have the right to know who is in my house.”
    He tucked the phone away. “The FBI,” he said.
    The sense of violation took her breath away. Finally, she found her voice. “I was subpoenaed, but that doesn’t give you the right to search my house.”
    “We have every right—”
    “Show me the warrant.”
    “We don’t need one—”
    “The hell you don’t!”
    “It’s a crime scene. Your buddy, Roddy Brogan, ate a bullet in your kitchen.”
    The words knocked her backward. “Roddy’s dead?” Her voice dropped to a pathetic croak. “Here?”
    “His body was removed before we landed, but yes, he’s dead.”
    “Is that why we rerouted to Oahu?” Her brain spun, and her breathing turned shallow.
    “Yes.”
    “Roddy can’t be dead.” Panic rose. “He’s the one who—”
    “I know. He’s the reason you were arrested on the edge of the DMZ.”
    Questions crowded against each other in her addled mind. “Why was he here?”
    He leaned against the side of her house and crossed his arms. “I was hoping you could answer that.”
    She stiffened. “I can’t possibly be a suspect.”
    “Did Roddy have a key?”
    “I was in North Korea. Then