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of Adelaide’s violent, psychotic episodes. “You just put her in a different kind of cell. And because of that decision she’s out there killing again.”
    Marcus stood motionless. “I know that now.”
    “And what gave you a clue? When you sent her to that damn hospital? Three months later when she tried to kill herself? Or the trail of trophies she’s left across the country?” The words had a life of their own, but didn’t even come close to releasing a pressure that had built up inside Taigen’s chest for two years. The ache in his chest intensified.
    Marcus took a step forward, his face inches away from Taigen’s. “I can’t go back in time, Banvard. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t change it. So you either do what you feel you got to do or listen to what I have to say.”
    Taigen studied the ATF agent closely, looking for any sign of another betrayal. “You have two minutes.”
    Marcus relaxed and they both stepped back simultaneously.
    “What do you want with her?” Taigen asked, his back hitting the doorjamb as he crossed his arms. The suit wasn’t comfortable, but he wouldn’t be staying much longer.
    “A man came to my door a week ago. Didn’t tell me his name. Only asked about Adelaide Banvard. Called her ‘the best of the best’ and said she’d make a nice addition to his team.”
    Blood drained from his face. He’d worked hard to get his sister out of the fighting life, even sided with a cop to do it, but now the same cop implied someone was trying to get her back. Every living soul on the planet deserved freedom from oppression. Even Adelaide. He shut down his emotions, compartmentalizing this new information. “What’d you tell him?”
    “Nothing.” Marcus sat back into the pew and shrugged. “I don’t know anything. Since her escape ,” he said, smiling with a knowing look in his eyes, “well, you can imagine why she wouldn’t contact me.”
    Taigen processed the information slowly. “The man, what did he look like?”
    “Blonde. Muscular. Mid-forties. Big-ass scar running down his face.”
    The description wasn’t familiar, but he’d been out of the game for two years.
    “One of Wren’s?” Marcus asked.
    “No. He’d come for her himself if he had the chance.”
    It wasn’t out of the question. Christian Wren would die to have his pet sociopath back and would break out of Pelican Bay to do it. His instincts flared to life. “How can I be sure this isn’t another one of your tricks? What do you get out of telling me this?” He saw the possibilities. Another promotion. Another metal to hang on his wall. Another life destroyed.
    Agent Grant let his amusement escape in the form of a chuckle, but shrugged. “You think I’m lying?”
    “I think you would do anything to see my sister again.”
    “Do you know where she is?”
    Taigen had been waiting for the cop to ask. He straightened, running his hands down the suit jacket as if to smooth out the wrinkles. “If I knew the answer to that, Agent Grant, I wouldn’t tell you.” He turned his back on the man who’d betrayed him and decided it was finally time to see another.
    “What are you going to do?” Marcus called from behind.
    With a smile, Taigen only turned his head slightly. “The last time I trusted you with information about me, you put my sister behind bars. I think I’ll play this one close to the vest if you don’t mind.”
     
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    “Torrhent, I told you. Five thousand dollars or no papers.”
    A white-hot burn built in her chest, making its way into her cheeks. “You have no idea how much I went through just to pull three thousand together. Aaron, please. It’s all I have.”
    The darkened pawnshop smelled musty, the dust trying its hardest to bring out her allergies, but Torrhent had to keep focused. She needed those papers.
    He pushed medium-length blonde hair behind his ear in one quick motion. “You can’t be here. You know how much trouble I could get in?” Her only hope of