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to know what happened that night,” Alandra whispered, not knowing when the next medical personnel would walk through the door. “And please don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
    Isabella grabbed her jacket, her bag and slammed the metal locker door. “I can’t say that I’m surprised you found me. You were a good agent.”
    Alandra tilted her head. “Then you understand why it’s important that I know everything that happened that night. Every area of my life was ruined and I have no idea why. What do you know about me and that night?”
    Isabella’s smile was one of faint amusement. She threw her bag over her shoulder without taking her eyes off Alandra. “I know more about you, the crooked ways of the government, the CIA, and that fine boyfriend of yours, than you’ll ever want to know.”
    “Excuse me?” How did Isabella know Quinn? It was clear she didn’t know they had married, but what exactly did she know about him?
     “I see he recovered nicely from his injuries. The last time I saw him he had a bullet in his back and was still trying to protect you.”
    Alandra slammed her against the lockers. “What the hell did you do to him?”
     

Chapter Three
     
    Isabella glanced down at Alandra’s hands on her jacket. “I get that you’ve been through hell these past few years, but if you don’t back up off of me, the shit you went through will seem like a day at the beach compared to what I will do to you.”
    Despite the five or six inch height difference and the fact that Isabella had at least twenty pounds on Alandra, several seconds passed before Alandra released her. Everything within her wanted to snatch Isabella by her long blond hair and toss the bitch across the room, but she released her jacket. A hospital was definitely not the place to settle a score. Besides, she needed answers, and Isabella was her only lead.
    “I take it you didn’t know about his injuries,” Isabella said and adjusted her coat.
    Alandra shook her head and ran her hands down her face. No wonder Quinn was angrier with her than she had expected. Harry, the Director of the CIA and her former boss, hadn’t told her. That first year, during her recovery, he led her to believe Quinn was dead. It wasn’t until Harry helped her with her new identity did he finally tell her the truth – Quinn was alive - and he only came clean then because she confronted him when she learned that Quinn lived in Chicago. Yet, she had no idea Quinn had been seriously injured.
    “Oh, and to answer your question, I didn’t do anything to your man, but I know who did.”
    “Who?”
    “Let’s just say it isn’t as easy as naming just one name. I can give you answers, but not here and not now.” Isabella pulled out a small pad of paper from her handbag and scribbled something on it. “Meet me at this address tomorrow night at ten thirty.”
    Alandra reached for the note, but Isabella held on to one end of it until they made eye contact.
    “I need you to keep my identity to yourself. Like you, if certain people find me, I’m dead.”
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    Sleep eluded Quinn. He sat in his den and played the encounter with Alandra around in his head for the umpteenth time. So many questions and no answers, which was his own fault. Rarely did he lose his temper and he never had with her. The expression on her face when he told her to get out was one Quinn would remember for as long as he lived. She looked at him as if he had punched her, her eyes filling with tears. She wasn’t a crier, but tonight she had come close. Yet, just as quickly, her fiery temper made an appearance and she cursed him as she walked out into the night.
    He placed another log on the fire, and walked across the room to the bar located in the corner. Shadows from the crackling flames bounced off the walls creating a cozy atmosphere and lighting his path. Only October and it was already cold outside. Had it not been for his and