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staring out the window at the street below.
    What had he gotten her into? What had he gotten himself into? He snorted. Nothing to do now but to wait for Ford to arrive, and hope
like hell he’d get enough evidence to nail the bastard to the wall.
    He owed Priscilla that much.

Chapter Six
     
    Over the last couple of hours, the light had grown long
enough to stretch from the window to touch Mia’s feet. She pulled them back to
rest her chin on her knees, shifting slightly on the pile of empty duffel bags
beneath her. Garret had thoughtfully piled them there to give her something to
sit on in the dusty, empty office.
    She glanced over at Garrett, who was still standing behind
that camera with the giant lens. He’d barely looked away from it. Trent had
changed positions several times, moving from room to room within the empty
warehouse to get different vantage points, but Garrett had been statue-still all
day, eyes locked on the body shop across the street.
    A sudden tingling in her feet reminded her that she hadn’t
moved in way too long either. The circulation was returning. She hissed in a
breath and winced.
    “Are you okay?” Garrett lifted his gaze to look at her.
    “Yeah,” she said, massaging her foot gently. “Just let my
feet fall asleep.”
    He nodded and turned back to the camera.
    Once she was sure her feet were awake enough to hold her up,
Mia stood and stretched, reveling in the cracks and pops of her spine as it
shifted into alignment. Good lord, she hadn’t realized it had been that long.
She’d been just as caught up in the spying as the two guys were, borrowing a
small set of binoculars from Trent. A quick glimpse at her watch proved she’d
been there with them for almost ten hours.
    “Shit,” she said aloud. “I missed the whole day of the
conference.”
    Garrett adjusted the camera lens. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d
have you back before now.”
    “You haven’t exactly tried. What does this whole thing have
to do with me, Garrett? And don’t give me any more of that ‘you’re safer here’
BS. I want the truth.” Mia turned her back to the window, glad that Trent
wasn’t in the room at the moment. “I’ve been patient enough.”
    He didn’t reply, but she hadn’t honestly expected him to. He
hadn’t answered that question all day, so his silence now was par for the
course. She paced along the back wall and back again, keeping her footsteps
light and her breaths even.
    She’d be fired. That should worry her a lot more than it
did. She’d been fired before, quit before, even left and didn’t come back once
when a shop owner had hit on her one too many times. She could find another
job. Tattoo shops were a dime a dozen. Ignoring the worry that started gnawing
at the back of her neck, she bent down and grabbed the binoculars again.
    Garrett would eventually have to tell her the truth. She’d
worry about tomorrow—well, tomorrow.
    “Had a pretty good view from the third-floor bathroom,”
Trent said as he entered the room. “Nothing’s going on down there. Redmond’s
guy is actually napping in the office.”
    “Shit,” Garrett said, stepping back from the camera to give
his friend a look. “He should have been here by now.”
    “Probably waiting for dark,” Trent said matter-of-factly. “A
drop this big means he’s going to be cautious. He probably wanted Redmond to
keep the place secure for a few hours prior.”
    “So why couldn’t you take me back if nothing’s going to
happen until dark? This doesn’t make any sense.” She stalked toward Garrett. “ What are you keeping me safe from? Just freaking tell me.”
    Garrett ran a hand over his close-cropped hair, his light
eyes flashing. “I need to get some air. Trent, can you keep an eye?”
    “Sure,” Trent said calmly as Garrett stalked from the room.
    Mia watched him go, something in her wanting to follow. But
she didn’t.
    Garrett’s footsteps faded in the distance, and Mia turned
her attention to the