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to be careful. Shit. Matt, I think I’ve found the detonator.”
    “Matt?” What the hell was he talking about? Marly shook her head. “My name’s not Matt.”
    There was a good chance she was being held in a closet by a madman, and all she could think about was if her new tuner was broken. When she got out of this mess, she was seriously going to reevaluate her priorities. She reached for the device to make sure it was all right, but he didn’t let her even get close to it. The brute grabbed her wrist hard enough he would probably leave a bruise.
    Her heart beat faster. She was in real danger here. But the bruiser had made one mistake. He’d uncovered her mouth. She intended on taking full advantage of that. She pulled in a lungful of air and got ready to scream.
    He slapped a hand over her mouth, harder than he had the first time. He was so big he covered the entire lower half of her face with one hand. He squeezed her mid-section with his other arm until all the air she had taken in came out of her nose and mouth in a whoosh between his fingers.
    “I don’t like screaming. Don’t try that again.” The growl in his voice sent her pulse speeding.
    Always nice to know your killer’s preferences. She sincerely hoped she wouldn’t offend him if she screamed while he murdered her. Marly became aware of his impressively large appendage pressing into her lower back. Maybe murder wasn’t what he had in mind.
    She made a sound in her throat and pulled her pelvis as far away from him as she could get.
    He chuckled, not an encouraging sound. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. It’s from the adrenaline. I get a hard-on when I kill people too…or even when I diffuse bombs .”
    He said the last word with too much emphasis. She was going to end up blown to bits by this crazy man who got sexually excited by killing people, and he was probably going to rape her first.
    Black spots appeared on the edge of her vision. Her last thought was it was better to be unconscious for whatever was about to happen.
     
     
    “Shit! Matt, do you copy?” Matt hadn’t answered Bull when he’d told him about the detonator, and he wasn’t answering him now.
    In fact, he hadn’t heard from Matt since he’d informed him there was no record of the harpist on any list. She was so damn cute, Bull hadn’t wanted to let the fact she wasn’t on record make him suspicious, but when she came sneaking into the closet in the dark, searching for the ominous-looking little black gadget, he’d had no choice but to believe she could be the bomber.
    A girl who looked this innocent and all-American wouldn’t be working alone. Chances were high she’d been recruited by a boyfriend to do this. And if so, where was that boyfriend?
    Bull needed Matt. “Matt, where the fuck are you?”
    Nothing. What did that mean? Were they maintaining radio silence so the tango couldn’t monitor them? If so, no one had bothered to tell him. Had Matt relocated the equipment and hadn’t set up again yet? What the hell did Bull know? He didn’t understand half the magic Matt pulled off with his computers. All he knew was now, more than ever, he wanted to hear that annoying voice in his ear because the possible—probable—tango had either fainted or had pretended to faint in his arms.
    He stared at the small black box that she’d been so interested in. He couldn’t dissect it while holding her, and he preferred to do any analysis of the device far away from the bomb hidden in the walls anyway. He had to locate the bomb and diffuse it. There could still be a second tango with a backup detonator.
    Bull glanced at the seemingly limp body of the girl in his arms and got a view down her ample cleavage. As much as he’d like to be enjoying the weight of her body pressed up against his dick, he had more important things to do. Having to hold her was seriously cutting into valuable search time, but he couldn’t risk her getting away.
    After a quick look around the