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to the heart could, she checked the file deets. Right age. No scars or birthmark. She’d touched every centimeter of his body and knew this to be true. Everything matched but first name, and wife and child . She’d believed him when he said he wasn’t married. Wasn’t she just the fucking brilliant intelligence officer? Her muscles were being replaced with wet cement and each intake of breath caused them to harden and go numb. She’d broken her rules with this man. Given in to lust and fucked where she worked. It was difficult to accept he was dead or that she could have been that wrong about him. Especially with Moore staring her down. She read the bio again. This man, Lee, was an analyst here in DC. He didn’t work the field. He went home every day to his family. She ran a finger over the glossy photo. This man was not Jack. The pictures were a mix-up. A family member, a . . .
    “The brother, Jack, has even less.” He leaned and pushed another folder to her. The. Brother. Jack . The words settled her acrobatic stomach.
    A relieved cough ejected the wet cement and feeling returned to her limbs. He was alive. She lifted the folder, Jack’s folder , and opened it. She shot Moore a questioning look. There was no photo inside and not enough details to fill a single page.
    He shrugged. “It’s been redacted. He was an active operative and currently works for a private contractor. What you see is what we have. The brothers are Irish twins, born the same year, and from what I understand they look enough alike to be twins.” There was an understatement. “Jack’s heavier, rougher, with lighter hair.”
    Yes. Jack had an edge the photo of his brother lacked. Of the few details contained on the page, the most important to her was the checkmark next to single under marital status. He hadn’t lied. She kept her gaze on the folder in her lap as if it contained the answer to world peace and recalled the first time she saw Jack. She’d turned to chew out the owner of an insolent voice and found a tall, big-framed, rugged man giving her a dangerous smile. His confidence and good looks were so sexually potent she’d fallen into immediate lust. Honey looked at Moore to find him still watching. An uneasy feeling skittered over her shoulders. Did the SOB know about the affair and somehow plan to use her against Jack? She gathered her wits and got back on track. “What about the child?”
    “The child?” He leaned back in his chair.
    “Is she being protected? Who’s caring for her?”
    “ Oh . Her grandmother. Lee’s mother. The captain had no family. My understanding is with their connections, there’s protection.”
    “Where’s the uncle?”
    “Tennessee. Holed up in the family cabin in the woods.”
    “Why?” Her tone was sharper than she meant. “Seems odd he would leave his family at this time.”
    Moore let out a loud breath. “The brother is a former agency man. Could be any reason.”
    “I see,” Honey said slowly. She stacked the folders neatly and patted them. “Why isn’t MTAC and NCIS all over this?” Hell, why isn’t everyone all over it?
    Moore said nothing. In Cairo when they’d brainstormed, he’d remained silent and let her work out solutions. She’d thought it was a learning tool. It was, he was learning from her. Now? All she knew for sure was that he was a tool. She held her index finger to the cleft in her chin, moving her head up and down. “ You think one of the other agencies knows something? You think they aren’t sharing info with DoD?”
    He nodded.
    “Ramsey and Saunders aren’t saying anything to DoD because they’re involved in another investigation?”
    He nodded.
    “You want me to get a read on them during the family visits.” She paused and gathered iron-clad control on her emotions. “I’ll do the same with the brother in Tennessee.” She didn’t dare say his name. “See why he’s hiding.”
    “Good idea.”
    Honey settled back in the chair and patted a stray