of the range, armory, and gym on the other floors. Zach suspected there were other intelligence rooms Marin kept from them, but either he or Marc would recce the whole building later.
They were making their way back to the main room when a woman with red hair and pale skin caught his eye. His interest flared as the sexy jogger from this morning strode down the hall toward them. A black suit covered those amazing legs, and she held files in her hands.
He smiled. His lucky day.
“Captain, I need a moment.” Her eyes widened when she spotted Zach before a frown settled on her face.
“Detective Alyssa Harrison,” Marin said, waving his hand at her. “One of my best analysts, in charge of the Al Shabah task force. Or was, until the FBI took over,” he said.
So this was Jake’s little sister. Zach could see the resemblance now, especially around the cool gray eyes. Disappointment flickered. His jogger was Jake’s sister, and a member of the task force. Definitely hands-off.
Captain Marin continued the introduction. “Alyssa, this is Agents Zach Grayson and Marc Koven. They’re here to help with the investigation. They’re military counterterrorism specialists.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said tersely to them, with only a quick nod before she turned back to the captain. “Sir, it’s about my task force.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Alyssa, but it’s not my call. The FBI is taking over. Be ready to brief Masters when he gets here.”
“Sir, no one knows Al Shabah better than I do. It should be me leading.”
“I gave them your qualifications,” he said. “You will be on the team that takes him down. I’ve made sure of that.” He paused and tilted his head. “Now why don’t you show these two gentlemen around?”
She shook her head. “Sir, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do.”
The captain stared hard at her. “They will shadow you. You can explain what we’ve got.” He nodded at them all and walked away, a satisfied look on his face.
Zach raised an eyebrow and Marc snorted softly.
“You’re Jake’s little sister,” Marc said.
She turned her frown on him. “How do you know my brother?”
“We’ve worked together,” Zach told her.
She nodded and turned away, walking back toward the main room.
His brows drew together at her lack of response. Marc shrugged at him.
“Did I say something wrong?” Zach asked as they walked after her.
“No,” she said, stopping at a desk on the far side of the room from Marin’s office. She plopped the folder down. “Look, I wasn’t kidding that I have a lot of paperwork. I’ll arrange for you to shadow one of the other officers on the team.”
He cocked his head. She hadn’t even asked after her brother. He turned to Marc. “Why don’t you go explore while I stay with Detective Harrison?”
Marc gave a small happy smile, like Zach had just given him the keys to the candy store. Which, in a way, he had.
“Copy that,” he said, walking back the way they’d come. Marc would find someone to show him the terminals and start delving into their information.
She scowled. “He shouldn’t be going off on his own.”
“Don’t worry about Marc,” Zach said. “He’s happiest when he’s alone.”
She didn’t say anything, but something in her eyes told him that this woman was also happiest when she was alone. He got the sense she hadn’t always been that way.
“Don’t you want to join your friend?” she asked.
“Sorry, but I’m going to shadow you, like the captain said.”
Her lips pressed together and a spark lit her gray eyes. Finally, a sign of life.
“So your friend is the rule breaker and you’re the good boy who does what he’s told?” she asked.
That actually made him laugh. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” he said.
Her face wiped clean of emotion. “Suit yourself. You can grab a chair and watch me work.”
She opened the folder she’d been carrying, perused it for a moment, and
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