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working for her government, particularly the CIA. She could change the face of the world with her ability to get into people’s heads. She alone could bring down every known terrorist that threatened the safety of people everywhere, not just in the states. She could do so much more than find abducted children, drug dealers, rapists, and murderers. But she brushed him off, not willing to think of it.
    It was now time to go forward with his plan to move her into a house equipped with surveillance equipment run by the CIA. He, along with the scientists involved in gathering information about what she was doing, needed to watch her 24/7.
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    Ten days after the new house was chosen and the cameras installed, “Operation: Maximum Magician” began. Phase one was to leak her current location to one news station.
    Mariah and Thomas were awakened one morning to the sound of loud voices on the front lawn. Peeking between the drawn drapes, they saw two camera trucks with the CBS logo parked in front of the house and a couple of FBI agents arguing strenuously with a woman in a red suit with a microphone in her hand. The peace in the neighborhood was further broken by the arrival of Winters’ sleek silver Mercedes pulling up behind the vans.
    Mariah giggled. She watched Winters uncoil from the car, button his black suit coat, and head for Red Suit. It was hilarious watching Red Suit wave her hands around as she argued, almost hitting Winters twice with the microphone. He just stood there, arms folded across his chest, stance wide and defensive. When the woman finally stopped long enough to draw breath, he spoke, the sound of his exasperatingly neutral voice drifting up to her in the stillness of the morning.
    Red Suit sputtered and fumed for several more minutes, but it was obvious who won. Yelling something about freedom of the press, the news crew got back in the vans, slamming the doors as loudly as possible to wake up those neighbors who were still asleep.
    Winters stood on the lawn until the last truck vanished around the corner then strode toward the house.
    “Let’s go back to bed, Mariah,” Thomas whispered, his arms coming around her, well aware of the effect he was having on her as he breathed into her ear. Turning in his arms, she stood on tiptoe as she molded against him, their passionate kiss a promise that set their blood pounding.
    They drew apart with reluctance when they heard three sharp raps on the bedroom door. Looking resigned, Thomas watched Mariah pad over to the door, mesmerized by her tight buttocks outlined against her tee shirt.
    She glanced back at him with a mischievous grin and said sweetly, “Who is it?”
    They heard Winters’ unmistakable voice on the other side of the door. “I’m sorry to bother you folks, but we’ve got a problem we need to discuss.”
    Winking at Thomas, she replied, “What problem might that be, whoever-you-are?”
    Gabriel scowled at the door. Three thoughts mushroomed in his mind almost simultaneously: first, she knew exactly what had happened just minutes ago. Mariah Carpenter was a light sleeper and the noise under her bedroom window could have woken Rip Van Winkle; second, she knew damned well who was on the other side of the door. She told him his voice was unique ... unemotional, robotic; and third, she never missed an opportunity to goad him. Shortly after he took Manzetti’s place, she informed him that it was her sworn duty to loosen him up.
    Momentarily the frown on his face softened and the corners of his mouth twitched. She was persuasive, the little witch. She had almost gotten him to lower his professional mask a couple of times. Trying for and achieving one of his most colorless tones, he said, “I’ll meet you in the living room. Please make it as quickly as possible.”
    They heard his steps retreating down the carpeted hall and the soft thunk, thunk, thunk as he jogged down the stairs.
    “I never heard him sneak up here. I guess my attention was on