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what’s going on. We should have reported in sooner.”
    Quentin led her into an office with a telephone. “Dial 9 to get an outside line. I’ll leave you to it.” He stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind him.
    Alone at last, still damp with swamp water in her hair and clothes, Becca lifted the telephone and dialed 9 and Royce’s cell phone number.
    He answered on the first ring. “Yeah.”
    “It’s Smith,” she said.
    “Smith, what’s going on? The tracking device on the plane blinked out before you were due to land in Mississippi. Is everything all right?”
    “No, sir. We think the plane was shot down.” She explained what happened and their subsequent attack by the helicopter. “You might want to be here to explain the private plane and who it belongs to. The FAA and the Department of Homeland Security will be all over what happened.”
    “I’m on my way. I should be there early in the morning, if you can hold off the wolves until then.”
    “I’ll do the best I can,” Becca said. “When the FAA and DHS are done with us, I’d like to get back to DC and see if I can drum up another lead to follow. Whoever is behind my father’s death could possibly be after me now.”
    “You’re probably right. In which case, I need to assign an agent to protect you.”
    “I don’t need anyone to protect me.”
    “Yes, you do,” a voice said behind her.
    Becca spun toward the door.
    Quentin stood in the half-opened doorway. “Sorry to eavesdrop, but the CO is getting restless.”
    “Becca, is that one of the navy SEALs?” Royce asked.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Let me talk to him.”
    “Sir—” Becca hesitated.
    “Hand him the phone, Smith,” Royce commanded.
    Becca held out the receiver. “My boss wants to talk to you.”
    Quentin entered the room, closed the door and raised the receiver to his ear. “Yes, sir.”
    Becca strained to hear what her boss was saying to Quentin.
    “Chief Petty Officer Quentin Lovett, sir.” He listened for a moment and then smiled. “I’d be happy to. No sir, I’m still on leave for a couple days, if my commander doesn’t cancel it.” He nodded. “I will, sir. No. Thank you.” He handed the receiver to Becca.
    She frowned, not liking that Royce hadn’t told her what he wanted to talk to Quentin about. “Sir, I need to get back to the debriefing.”
    “Smith, Lovett has offered to be your bodyguard. I want you to stick to him like flypaper.”
    “But, sir.”
    “No buts. All other agents are assigned at this time.”
    “What about Natalie Layne? She could be my bodyguard.”
    “She’s not officially on board. I have to bring her back on the payroll before I can assign her.”
    “Quentin isn’t on your payroll,” she pointed out.
    “No, but he offered to spend his leave taking care of you. Let him.”
    “But—”
    “I’m on my way. See you in the morning.” A loud click indicated the end of the call. Becca stared at the receiver a moment before replacing it in the cradle.
    “Looks like you and I will be together a little longer.”
    Becca spun to face him.
    The man leaned his back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest.
    Anger rushed up Becca’s chest, filling her cheeks with heat. “Like hell we are.” She marched up to him. “Move.”
    He stepped aside and opened the door. “Where are you going?”
    “Anywhere but in the same room with you.”
    He raised his hands. “Hey, your boss asked me to look out for you, not the other way around.”
    She stared at him through narrowed eyes. “I don’t care what he said. I have work to do.”
    “You heard the commander. No one goes anywhere until the FAA and DHS go through the motions.”
    “The sooner the better. And then I’m out of here.”
    “Not without me.”
    “We’ll see about that.” She marched past him and down the hallway toward the war room. The man was far too infuriating for Becca. He was irritating, persistent and annoying.
    In the back of her mind