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Her answers were vague, even more so than his had been. No, she didn’t know what had happened. Didn’t have any idea. Gage knew that either meant she was innocent or guilty as hell.
     
    He saw Marcella in another ambulance, sobbing and in hysterics, the medics swapping looks and getting an injection ready—probably because the woman was about to give herself a heart attack. Linda was in another ambulance—and she didn’t look so good, strapped down to a gurney. Someone had crushed the Gothic fairy good.
     
    Movement caught his eye and Gage looked over as Anna stepped out of the ambulance. “You good to go?” he asked.
     
    She looked at him with wide eyes. Her white blouse was smudged, dark circled her eyes, and her hair was no longer pulled back tight but hung loose around her face. She looked great. She was alive and breathing and managed a shaky smile that wasn’t all that happy. She waved at the cameras—she still had hers still in one hand. “I prefer to be on the other side.”
     
    “You were leaving without saying goodbye?” he asked.
     
    “Well, you looked busy.” She hugged her camera to her chest. “Distracted.”
     
    He took her arm. “Not for you, Anna. Never too busy for you. Besides, it’s a SEAL tradition. After a mission like that, you gotta go out for steak. So have dinner with me. Besides, after what just happened, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Chapter 5
    Anna waited outside for Gage. In the end, she’d insisted on going home first. She’d wanted to have a bath—a long one. She wanted to think.
     
    What the hell had happened today?
     
    She hadn’t been allowed back in the building. Firefighters and police were still searching, there was apparently considerable smoke damage, and there also was a question of if the building was stable. Words like terrorist bomb had been floating around. Linda and Marcella were both hospitalized, and no one had been able to reach Coran Williams.
     
    Anna turned on the tap to put more hot water in the tub. Her legs ached as if she’d run five miles, all of it vertical. She was definitely starting back at the gym next week. But why had this happened? Coran Williams published fiction, a tiny bit of non-fiction, and not much more. Was this personal? The more she thought about it, the more she believed it must be—how could this have anything to do with the company?
     
    Well, it was the police’s problem now—hers tomorrow if she couldn’t get back to work. Did this mean she was out of a job? She couldn’t think about that, and for the first time ever her mother’s advice came in handy. When in doubt, put on your best dress and a brave face.
     
    She had pulled out a dress that matched her eyes. It came up high in front and low in back, hiding her network of scars. She added diamond-stud earrings, black heels and a black clutch, and painted out the dark circles under her eyes. A touch of Chanel No. 5 and she was ready to go.
     
    Would she be allowed into the building tomorrow to get her things? She needed to call the credit card companies—and see about new ID. Her head began to pound again. What she needed was some food, a drink, and to not think about it for a few hours.
     
    Glancing down the street, she saw a truck pull up with Gage behind the wheel. He got out and walked around to the passenger side to open the door for her. “You look fantastic.” As he slipped behind the wheel, he said, “I know I mentioned steak, but what do you think about the Fish Market instead?”
     
    “I’d like that,” she said and slipped on her seatbelt.
     
    The sun was beginning to set when they pulled up in front of the market, which was really two small docks in the tidal basin off the Potomac River. It was off the tourist track, but it was popular with locals. An open-air market offered fresh fish, fisherman’s platters, or just about anything else you could want.
     
    Gage parked the truck and walked with Anna along the dockside. To