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this."
    Logan spit at him.
    " Rrrah ," Taj yelled as he flinched back to wipe his sleeve over his face. His fist came down hard into Logan's stomach.
    "You tell me now!" Taj ordered, grasping Logan by the collar of his t-shirt.
    Sure. The pain would stop, because as soon as they had what they wanted, they would kill him. It was simply how these people worked. Truth was, he didn’t have anything to tell them. It was what it was. He had been working alone. No one knew he was there.
    He could give them the chip, but at what expense?
    He would die anyway, and Mara was already in danger.
    Whatever they planned for the US would harm more than just the two of them.
    His best bet was to drag out what little time he had and hope for the best.
    "Go to hell," Logan said. "I've passed all the information I had, and the microchip, on to another rogue agent. You're not getting anything from me."
    Taj exhaled heavily through his nose. "Have it your way," he said, and gave Logan another shock from the battery.
    Logan cried out and limply fell back. His head rolled to the side, and he breathed deeply through his nose as he watched Taj move across the room and come back, thumping a needle.
    "Your refusals will get you nowhere once your woman is brought, American spy." Taj laughed and bent over Logan. "It always comes down to a woman to weaken a man."
    Logan laughed along with him, tossing his head weakly against the table, thinking of his spirited ex-wife.
    They had not met Mara yet.
    She strengthened him.
    Taj stopped laughing and stabbed him with the needle, causing Logan to gasp.
    This time, the Propofol was a godsend.

Chapter Four
     
    1730 hours, Saturday
    Gatlinburg, Tennessee
     
    Mara Cahil stood at the edge of her lawn beside a perfect, tall, white tulle-wrapped Alberta spruce. The evergreen was only one at the end of a line of spruces that blocked her pool from the gravel drive. On the other side of the pool was a steep drop-off on the side of Mount Collins, which her lovely mountain home rested on, perched above the resort town of Gatlinburg.
    Below the drop-off, Little Pigeon River raced far below, and from her patio on a day after a heavy rainfall, she could hear the rushing water running down the mountain to meet the river.
    She plastered on her smile as Grandma Betty was being ushered into the car by Uncle Brian. Aunt Rose sidled up to her and paused, watching the scene with vapid disinterest, too.
    "It's okay, Mara," Grandma called back to her from the Buick.
    They were the last departing guests, thank God.
    "Don’t fret, another man will come along for you soon." Grandma waved at her and panted as she struggled to settle comfortably into the backseat. The old ninety-something woman pulled her walking cane to the other side of her knees, reaching to take out her teeth and then dropped them into the handbag she carried.
    Mara grimaced alongside Rose, her brows rising as she watched her grandmother, and then she winced as Betty slapped Uncle Brian with her handbag for some offense.
    " Ow !" Brian howled. "Now settle down."
    "Here, sweetie," Aunt Rose said in a quiet, conspiring tone.
    Mara returned her focus to her aunt and looked at her with some confusion—until she glanced down—and gasped. Mara sputtered at the small, pink vibrator her aunt had pulled from her bag and was pushing her way as if they were exchanging narcotics.
    Her aunt's rosy, plump cheeks brightened a degree, and she pushed the sex toy toward Mara.
    Oh … good … God!
    Did her aunt even know what that was?
    Mara plucked the thing from Aunt Rose and quickly hid it behind her back, glancing furtively to see if her uncle or, God save her, her grandmother had noticed. Rose smiled with big brown eyes, looking exceedingly pleased with herself.
    "I took it out of your cousin's gifts." She rolled her eyes. "Whoever gave her that thing didn’t see the hunk she's marrying, did they?" She laughed and snorted, which only spurred Rose into a deeper fit of wheezing