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involved in this at all, but his boss was adamant she was. If Eitan outright refused to continue, then Hays would probably just send someone over to pick her up and continue her interrogation. But if she was innocent, that would mean he’d helped kidnap and torture an innocent woman, and he couldn’t let that happen.
    That didn’t seem to be his only problem. He wasn’t as immune to her as he should have been. Sofia was just supposed to be another mark, just another faceless criminal…wasn’t she? Eitan had never let his emotions get in the way of his job before, but there was something about her big blue eyes that got to him. Those eyes that were now puffy and red as she’d been crying nonstop since she’d woken up tied to that chair. She was either one of the best liars he’d come across in a very long time or Donovan was somehow passing the polygraph while bullshitting his ass off. Which was possible, he supposed…after all, Ben Donovan was a con artist of the highest caliber; but why would he risk his only shot at freedom and lie about where the drive was? No. She had to have it. It was the only possibility; but there was a slim chance she didn’t know she had it.
    Clearly, coming at her with threats of pain and violence wasn’t going to get him anywhere with this woman. He was going to have to use a different kind of persuasion. One he would enjoy a great deal more.
    He needed to disarm her mentally and emotionally if he wanted to get more information out of her than the ‘I don’t know anything’ she’d been giving him for the last four hours. He could tell when a person’s limits were snapped and she’d already passed that level of rational thought. Now it was time to turn her perspective upside down and see what he could shake loose.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    “You must be hungry. I’ll fix you a plate and then you can rest,” he said as he strolled back from the bedroom, seeming to have his anger back under control.
    “Yes,” she said in a quiet voice. She didn’t want to set him off again.
    Sofia was surprised when he went behind her and untied her hands. The blood rushed back as she bent them forward and stretched in relief.
    “Go into the bedroom and I’ll bring your dinner,” he said, staring directly into her eyes as if he was daring her to disobey.
    She’d spent the entire time while he was in the other room looking frantically around the apartment for a way to escape, but the windows didn’t open at all, and it was obvious they were high up enough from the view that she wouldn’t be climbing out onto any fire escape anyway. There was a complicated alarm pad beside the door that seemed to imply he was telling the truth about her not being able to leave that way either. Seems she really was trapped. Sofia certainly couldn’t take this man on in a fight. He was clearly well-trained and outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds. Without any real options, she followed his instructions and went into the bedroom, taking a seat on the bed, as it was the only thing to sit on.
    A few minutes later, he arrived carrying a tray and set it down beside her. It was the full dinner she’d planned to serve Carl, right down to the tiramisu she’d made for dessert. Clearly the man had not only abducted her, but he’d raided her fridge as well.
    “Like Italian food, do you?” she asked sarcastically before she remembered to curb her tongue.
    He just looked at her for a moment and she wondered if he was going to punish her for her big mouth, then without a shred of humor, he replied as he handed her another bottle of water.
    “I don’t like to waste food, especially when it looked and smelled that good.”
    There was a tiny place deep inside of her that was pleased with the compliment, coming from such a dominant man. Sofia imagined he wasn’t one for false flattery, so if he said it, then he probably meant it. But the moment quickly came to an end when he