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you instead?”
    “Funny,” he replied tightly. “Just stay over there in your seat and be ready when we see Wilson. Rome thinks he might be connected to Crowe somehow, feeding him information he may have gathered from looking so closely into Rome and Nick.”
    “That would make sense,” she added, immediately sobering to the business mode. “It’s like he has no other cases to work on. All he does every day is sit outside of the law firm. Then when Rome or Nick leaves, he follows them. Never says anything to them, just watches wherever they go and whoever they meet with.”
    “And what’s he doing with all that information?” Eli asked her.
    She stared ahead, thinking, he surmised. Nivea Cannon was definitely a thinker. Sure, she was all about action, but there was never a situation she didn’t contemplate, didn’t analyze until the very last detail. She’d been tailing Agent Wilson for two months now so he was positive she knew everything there was to know about this guy, but so far none of that knowledge had made any difference in how they dealt with the man.
    “He keeps a file, one of those Redweld folders. I don’t think he trusts computers because I’ve never seen him with a laptop or a tablet or anything more technical than his cell phone. And even that’s an earlier, out-of-date model. Pencils are all over his car along with balled-up pieces of paper. He’s writing his notes longhand and the ones he keeps he puts into that Redweld.”
    “Notes about shifters?”
    “Notes about everything he sees that he doesn’t think is normal. I think he’s beyond looking at Rome as if he’s embezzling money or helping any drug cartel. I think he suspects something bigger.”
    Eli nodded. “Something like supersoldiers.”
    *   *   *
    They’d been sitting in the truck for two hours outside of a cabin in northern Maryland where they’d followed Agent Wilson and two other agents that had exited the Bureau building with him late this afternoon. It was just after nine now, evening draped around the tree-lined ski resort with the whistle of a cool breeze outside.
    Nivea answered another one of Mina’s angry texts; standing her sister up for dinner was something she would never live down. That thought was soothed by their location and the fact that Nivea loved to ski. She adored the feel of the snow slipping with icy tingles through her fingers whenever she took off her gloves. There was a freedom she enjoyed while flying down the side of a mountain, cold air cutting against the skin of her face, the exhilaration that soared through each part of her body.
    Those were good memories. They were the positive thoughts she’d sworn she would have during her time with Eli. It was imperative that she did not allow Eli, or anyone else for that matter, to dictate how she would feel or think or work. She would not be controlled or handled, not ever again.
    Eli had stopped the Jeep about thirty feet to the left of the cabin Agent Wilson had entered with his two guests. He’d parked alongside two other vehicles that they figured belonged to the occupants of the second cabin, a little farther down the hill.
    “How long do you think they’ll stay in there?” Nivea asked, already tired of sitting in the Jeep.
    As much as she treasured her job as a guard, she absolutely despised any type of stakeout. Her legs ached from being bent in the sitting position for so long, her arms from being basically immobile. She’d never liked remaining still, preferring to move, to function, and to live. Still, she knew this was a part of the job.
    “Depends on what they’re doing,” Eli replied finally, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket.
    “Three guys in a secluded cabin, hmm. I would say poker but it would be better with a fourth. Could be a guys’ night out, but wouldn’t they at least want a female for hire?”
    Eli stopped pushing buttons on his phone to look over at her.
    “Naughty thoughts always run rampant