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it over the back of the empty chair. Honey sat and retrieved the top folder. The lieutenant carried in a pastry box, placed it next to the folders and propped open the lid. Honey lifted her head to look. Sambusak, the Middle Eastern sweets she loved.
    “Thank you, Dan .” She gave him a wide smile, as if the sweets were his idea, and turned to Moore, giving him the remains of the smile and wondering if this thoughtfulness fell into the lust or the make-amends column.
    Moore looked pleased and gestured to the box. “Go ahead.”
    She chose a pastry and nibbled the almond-filled turnover. Moore remained oddly silent, even when she rose and moved around the room examining his ego wall. Plaques, awards, pictures of him, men and women he’d served with. A few with the brass, one with the commandant of the Marine Corps presenting him a certificate. There wasn’t a single one taken in Cairo. She leaned in to get a close look at the photo of him standing between former presidents Clinton and the first Bush and broke the silence. “I have to think Global and its employees have been researched. Background checks gone over and the minutia of their lives documented.” She turned. “Why do you think my going above and beyond is going to uncover anything when other investigating agencies have come up with zip?”
    “To date, it’s been a given Global is clean. No one has considered they’re selling arms or technology. No one is looking at what could be going on in plain sight.”
    “Isn’t that what O’Brien was going to do?”
    “No. She was doing the scheduled DoD review.”
    “Where did the intel come from?”
    Moore hesitated. “I’m not privy to that. Read the files.” He tipped his head in the direction of the pile. “Then we’ll get to the rest.”
    Honey returned to her chair. “I don’t care what’s in those folders, or what MTAC, Langley, or any of the other agencies say, tell me what you think is going on.”
    “Major.”
    “General,” she marched over his words, “you invited me to this party, either you cut through all the bullshit and tell me exactly what you want me to do or—”
    He slapped the desk. “Or what, Major?”
    Honey gave him a brief smile then nailed him with her eyes. “ Or, I take the option you offered and I walk.” No threat. Her tone was casual, conversational.
    Moore shoved to his feet and went to the window. “I think there’s a connection with O’Brien’s death, and the girls. I think we can’t ignore the intel Global is selling arms. I think I’m sending in a damn good intelligence officer to get proof.” He turned. “Take a look at the files.” Paper ruffling became the only sound in the room as Honey paged through the folder.
    “So you know, almost everything there can be found on the net,” he said.
    “You’ve got to be shitting me. Really?”
    Moore said nothing as he returned to his chair.
    “Bristol’s great-aunt dies months after taking home three million in the lottery. He inherits, uses the money to start Global, and gets millions in government contracts. How can this . . . ? How can he . . . ?” The folder landed on the desk with force. “For real?”
    He nodded.
    She flicked the folder. “This is out there.”
    Moore spread his arms out over the desk, his hands palms up. “Yes, it is.”
    Honey took another pastry and filled her mouth, wondering how this could get any more bizarre. She tossed Bristol’s folder on the desk and picked up the captain’s folder. Rebecca O’Brien was a dark beauty and according to the file an exemplary Marine. Her heart pinged at the thought of the child losing both of her parents at the same time.
    Honey moved on to the husband’s file, Lee O’Brien. It took every bit of control to keep her expression neutral and her body still. Inside was the photo of a man she was involved with.A contract spy she knew as Jack O’Brien.
    “Not much there,” Moore said.
    Playing it as cool as one who’d just taken a knife