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to use as a weapon. As if anything could protect her from a gun if someone was after her. There wasn't even a place to hide.
    Sirens sounded in the distance, coming closer in a hurry.
    The door handle stopped moving.
    Ani's heart pounded like crazy.
    The police . Thank God.
    The screeching of tires and the piercing wail of sirens let her know the cavalry had arrived. The sirens cut out and blue, red, and white lights flashed and illuminated the back room through the single window. To think she'd caused all of this with one phone call.
    A knock at the metal door about made her jump out of her skin.
    "Police," a deep voice shouted.
    She tried to stand, but her legs were shaking so badly she couldn't get to her feet.
    "Open the door," came the voice again. "This is the police."
    Somehow Ani got her legs to work, made it to the back door, and unlocked it.
    "Are you alone?" the officer at the door asked and she nodded. "Step aside."

    She did and a couple of officers came into the room, sweeping it first with their guns.
    Ani took a few steps back and dropped into the chair. She tried to swallow down her panic, but her eyes were wide and her breathing shallow. She was starting to hyperventilate.
    One of the officers made her stand and patted her down for weapons, as if she were a criminal. When the officer finished, he said she could sit, but away from the desk, probably to keep her from going for a gun if she was a criminal.
    After scouring the back room thoroughly, a pair of officers stayed with her while several others went into the antique shop to check it out.
    One officer came up to her. He was a tall man, probably six two, about Daniel's height. She held her breath as he squatted down to face her eye to eye. "Name," he said in an authoritative voice.
    At first her mouth wouldn't work. "Ani Carter," she finally got out. To the world, to everyone but Daniel, Anistana King no longer existed. Until the trial.
    The police officer placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump. "Are you okay?"
    Ani gave a slow, jerky nod. "I'm fine," she whispered, just before she passed out.

CHAPTER TWO
    Yegor Borenko pushed his bulk off his mistress, Mashka, and she groaned. He'd just fucked the hell out of her, taking out his anger on the bitch. She would have bruises on the insides of her thighs and her nipples would hurt as hard as he had bitten them.
    Good. She craved the punishment. Masochistic slut.
    His men had better find that bitch Anistana King before she testified. The frustration he had taken out on Mashka had done nothing to alleviate the anger he felt.
    A knock came at the door of the back room of his office. "Zahodi," he growled. None would dare disturb him but his top in command.
    Piterskij came into the room, a stoic expression on his face. He ignored Mashka and addressed Yegor.
    "We have a lead on the King woman," Piterskij said as Yegor rolled out of the bed, grabbed his clothing, and started pulling on his Armani slacks.
    "Go on." Yegor had heard this far too many times. He fastened his pants below his large belly. Mashka remained on the bed, naked and not covering herself. She knew better. He liked looking at her bruises. He liked showing off her hot, naked body—and his power over it—to anyone who cared to look.
    "We believe she is in a small town in Arizona," Piterskij said while Yegor pulled his sleeveless undershirt over his head.
    "With the trial so close, our intelligence has been almost completely focused on finding the woman. We have people inside the telephone companies, of course, who have the technology to constantly scan phone records of all of Anistana King's known former friends and contacts."
    Yegor slid his arms into his starched white shirt and began buttoning it. "Good, good."
    "Krutov thought it well to look into this call that came from a cellular phone, as no calls have come from Arizona to any of these contacts. He called the mobile phone and recorded the female voice of the woman who