Daddy Devastating
the newspapers, but I asked everyone to hold off mentioning the baby.”
    “And they cooperated?” he asked, stunned.
    “Yes. I told them I didn’t want you to learn you were a father by hearing it on the news. I wanted to tell you in person.”
    Well that was something, at least. Half the state didn’t know the truth about the baby, and that meant Russ could slant the info in his favor.
    Russ took out his own phone to make another call to FBI headquarters in San Antonio. He asked to speak to a computer tech, and it didn’t take long for Denny Lord to come on the line. “I need you to doctor some files for Julia Elise Howell.”
    “What?” she snarled.
    Russ ignored her. “People will be digging into her background, and I need you to plant information that she recently gave birth to a baby girl. Keep all details vague, as if she tried to keep the pregnancy hush-hush. Doctor a photo if necessary. Oh, and let me know if anyone does any deep searches on her.”
    “What was that about?” she demanded, the moment he was off the phone.
    “It was about making the story I told in the alley mesh with what Milo’s people will learn about you.” He only hoped it was enough. “By the way, it’s not a good idea for us to be sitting in this parking lot.”
    “And I don’t think it’s a good idea to be driving to a hotel with you. I don’t trust you,” Julia snapped.
    “I don’t trust you, either, since I think you’re trying to scam me. Or kill me from dehydration. Turn on the AC.”
    “If I do that, it’ll only encourage you to stay. I don’t want you to stay. I want you to get out.” She blotted her upper lip again.
    “Well, I’m staying until I get some clarification about why you chose me for this…well, whatever the hell it is.”
    However, Russ rethought that. Julia had money, so why would she come after him with this ridiculous daddy claim? “But right now the scam is on the back burner. First we deal with the fallout from the meeting in the alley.”
    “No. First we deal with your identity.”
    “I’m an FBI agent,” Russ repeated, “and you’re messing with an investigation that’s taken me a long time to put together.” And it could all be in the toilet, thanks to a prissy San Antonio heiress and her baby charades.
    “Does your investigation have to do with black-market infants?” she asked.
    He laughed, but not with humor. The woman had nerve…or something. “I’m not discussing one detail of my investigation with you. You’ve already overheard way too much.”
    “Or maybe I’ve overheard the dealings of two criminals meeting in an alley to discuss selling a baby.” She swiveled around and faced him. “Do you have a badge?”
    It took him a moment to answer, because when she swiveled, her dress slid up a little, and he got a visual reminder of her great thighs.
    “Not with me. It’s generally not a good idea to carry a badge while undercover. Bad guys tend to kill you if they find out you’re an FBI agent. Imagine that.” He didn’t bother to tone down the sarcasm.
    With a mighty effort, he forced his attention off her thighs.
    She tipped her head to the ceiling and groaned softly. Finally she started the car. She turned on the AC, but didn’t put the car into gear. “If you’re lying to me, somehow I will make you pay.”
    Russ leaned into the AC vent and let the cold air spill over him. “Ditto, darlin’. Except, there is no if in what you’re saying. It’s a lie. I didn’t sleep with your cousin and I’m not her baby’s father.”
    Julia put her face closer to her vent, as well. “The DNA says otherwise.”
    Yeah? It did? Well, it did if she was telling the truth about that. Of course, that went back to motive. Why would she lie about something like that? He wasn’t rich, and he had no prospects of getting rich anytime soon.
    And then it hit him.
    Russ snapped back from the AC vent. “You said something about using my photo for facial recognition software.
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