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drawn to the magnetic sway of her hips. She walked down the hallway to the elevator and stepped inside. Turning to face him, her dark eyes smoldered as she stared a hole straight through his chest. As the doors slid shut, she lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers in a silent good-bye.
    He was so, so fucked.
    Morgan made a beeline for him, his own steps precisely placed and his face an impassive mask. Way to make an impression on the Seattle boys, you dumb ass . No doubt his behavior instilled them with all sorts of confidence in his ability to locate Javier Ruiz and wrap this case up in a pretty bow. “You okay, McCabe? You look pretty wound.”
    Tight as a motherfucking spring .
    “Yeah, well, you’d think after six years, she wouldn’t be able to push my buttons. Guess I was wrong.”
    Morgan laughed. “She’s something, no doubt about that.”
    “Did you get anything out of her after I left?” He figured that in a huff went without saying.
    “Nothing. She knows how to evade questioning. In fact, she deflects better than anyone I’ve ever seen. But I do think she knows something. If she doesn’t know exactly where he father is hiding, she’s at least been in contact with him.”
    “Agreed.” She wouldn’t have been such a smart-ass if she weren’t trying to lead them off the scent. “I’ll keep an eye on her tonight. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll do something other than club hop for a change.”
    “Could be,” Morgan said, thoughtful. “Has it occurred to you that she might be using the clubs as cover? Maybe she’s meeting someone inside who’s using the crowds to hide out.”
    “I was thinking the same thing,” Landon admitted. “If she goes out tonight, I’ll follow her inside, keep a close eye on her. Are you up for a stake-out?”
    Morgan smiled. “Sure. I’ve got nothing going on tonight. Might as well.”
    “Great. Get set up and I’ll meet you outside of her apartment at around seven.”
    “Sounds good,” Morgan replied. “See you then.”
    Another night spent watching Emma Ruiz. As Landon followed Morgan back toward his office, he had to wonder, how long could he look and not touch?

Chapter Four
    Landon took the ticket from the valet and slid it into his pocket. He’d dressed to blend in, so nothing about his outfit screamed, I could totally arrest your ass . Rather, he’d opted for a pair of True Religion jeans, a Bogosse button-up, and a pair of Corvari high-top biker boots. The only accessories on his body were the Bulgari watch his parents had given him on his twenty-first birthday and a nearly invisible earpiece and remote mic. He’d left his sidearm and cuffs locked in the glove box of his SUV along with his badge. For all intents and purposes, he was nothing more than some random guy, hanging out and seeing the sights. Morgan and his partner were staking out the downtown club they’d followed Emma to tonight, and Landon’s job was to be their eyes on the inside.
    Landon had to agree with Morgan that her recent outings were suspicious to say the least. Despite her party-girl rep, there was no way Emma would be clubbing while her terminally ill father was on the run. She liked to pretend that she didn’t have a care in the world, but in his previous dealings with her, Landon had seen another side to the wild child. Emma truly cared about her dad. The only explanation for her going out tonight was that she was planning to meet with someone and needed the club as cover—or she was drawing the marshals’ focus in order to sneak something past them. Both were viable possibilities, which was why Morgan had filed a request for a wiretap in Emma’s condo. All they were waiting for was a federal judge to sign off and a team would be in place, ready to roll and perform the installation.
    So really, Emma’s leaving her apartment was a win for them either way.
    The trick to gaining admittance to these “hot spots” was knowing someone at the door, having the cash to