startle her.
âAny chance you could cut me loose?â He shrugged. âIf theyâre just going to kill me, Iâd rather miss that part.â
Her gaze drifted to the stairs again, before settling on his. âTell them Renwick was responsible for the ambush. That he sent you, but youâre willing to negotiate your alliance.â
Talk about surprised. Here heâd thought the lady was this innocent little angel but she was talkingambushes and negotiations. âAnd thatâs supposed to keep me alive?â Oh, yeah, he could definitely see how admitting that the enemy had sent him would do the trick.
âHis people recruited you.â She thought for a moment. âPhipps. Tall, thin, red hair. He offered you a hundred thousand to set up a takedown. You never met Renwick. Only Phipps.â
âTelling them that Iâm a mole doesnât seem like a good plan to me.â His wrists were burning from the tightness of the ropes but that was the least of his problems at the moment.
Those big blue eyes stared right through him, as if she hoped to penetrate his brain and make him pay attention. âItâs a good plan.â
She turned and started for the stairs.
âMaybe Iâll just take my chances with the truth.â Might as well cover all the basesâ¦just in case.
Tessa paused at the bottom of the stairs and met his gaze once more. âThen youâll die.â
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T ESSA CHECKED THE SECURITY peephole before activating the latch to enter the library. She held her breath until she confirmed that there was no one in the room.
The pressure of the air seemed to change as she closed the door leading to the basement and held still to listen. The silence continued to linger in the air.
Counting him, there had only been three peoplein the questioning room and two patrolling the grounds.
If the others were in their rooms for the night, she should be able to reach her room without incident.
She checked the entry hall before leaving the library. The house was completely dark but she knew every square foot. Learning the furniture placement had ensured she never bumped into a table or chair. The slightest noise would bring trouble.
A loud thump echoed. Tessa froze. Outside, she determined. Another solid thump.
Car doors.
She hurried to the nearest window. Two SUVs had arrived. Five, six, sevenâ¦she counted seven men loitering around the vehicles.
The soldiers.
This was downtime. No ongoing operations. Two of the patients were ready for delivery. Risks werenât taken during this time.
Had the arrival of the man downstairs, Smith, generated all this activity?
âTessa.â
Her blood froze in her veins. Turn around. Face him. She knew better than to ignore him even for a second.
She faced him. âYes?â Her mind spun with usable excuses for why she was not in her room. The key in her pocket seemed to burn her skin through the flannel.
He allowed her to carry a key. One key that fit thelock to the childrenâs room and that of the patients as well as her own room. If she angered him, he would take the privilege from her.
âWhatâre you doing down here?â He turned on a table lamp and assessed her for several seconds. âYou should be asleep by now.â
âEveryone else is asleep. The doors slamming outside woke me. I was worried.â She gestured to the window. âIs something wrong?â Her voice sounded a little shaky. She prayed he wouldnât make something of it.
âThereâs nothing for you to worry about.â He motioned for her to come to him. âYour attention is needed elsewhere.â
Tessa moved close enough for him to take her arm. The feel of his hand on her skin made her sick to her stomach. âI guess Iâm a little anxious after what happened in Alabama.â
âA nuisance.â He guided her to the stairs. âNothing more. No need to fret.â
She nodded.