are investigating, though.”
“Yes, but I could be dead by the time they find a trail.”
“So you hopped a plane to Martinique.”
“What other choice did I have? I figured my only hope was to come here and try to find out something about what Nathan was working on.”
“To turn over to Grimshaw?”
“Not hardly.” Tiring of hashing out the wholeordeal, knowing it was far from over, she leaned back in her chair and took a moment to pull herself together. “I don’t know what to do, John. Frankly, I don’t know who the good guys are anymore. They don’t wear those convenient little white hats.”
McShane leaned forward. His eyes darkened with what she could almost mistake for concern. Obviously she was more fatigued than she thought. His next words proved it.
“Here’s my solution. Nathan’s dead. The project, whatever it is, died with him. For all you know, the reason for not wanting it to go public or get in the wrong hands is political and nothing more. So make a deal. Tell them why you came to Martinique. Let them follow up on it. Tell them to leave you out of it from that point on, or you’ll take the same story to the media. Then get out.”
She pushed out of her chair, leaning right into his face. “Excuse me, but you can’t really believe it’s that simple. They’ve tried to shoot me! And what if you’re wrong, McShane? Huh? What if I’m right and Nathan died for this? I don’t know what the program does, or why they are willing to kill for it. But they were ten years ago, and they sure as hell are now. I’m not handing anything over to anyone until I know just what it is I’m giving to them.”
“Cali, you don’t have anything to hand—”
“Yet, McShane. Yet. I have a lead—”
“Are you sure the people shooting at you were connected to this?”
“What?” She’d kept a lid on her temper for solong during the past weeks that it was packed inside her like a live grenade. John had just pulled the pin. “I’m sure I might have disappointed a client or two in my life, but none of them have taken a shot at me over it.”
“In this business it pays not to overlook any possibility. No jilted lovers?”
She circled the table. He shoved his chair back. She pushed a finger into his chest as he rose. “No. No jilted lovers. It’s connected. And I will not be responsible for reintroducing a potentially dangerous piece of technology to the world. If I’m right and Nathan did die over this, then I have his death to avenge and clear up too.” Her chest was heaving at this point. She tried to take a breath. “If you don’t want to help, fine, don’t. It’s not your battle. If you know of someone who will, I’d appreciate a name. But this time I’m doing it my way, McShane. And I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied that it’s over once and for all.”
John grabbed her arm as she swung away and pulled her back to face him. “Fine. Then let me take over. I’ll find you a safe place until we get it all figured out.”
He watched as her mouth opened, then shut again as his offer sank in. What in the hell had she thought he was going to do? Abandon her?
He swore silently. He had abandoned her once before.
She hadn’t needed him then, he countered. He looked into eyes filled with pain and righteous anger. She needed him now.
He loosened his grip. “Let me help you, Cali.”
She tugged her arm gently from his grasp but didn’t step away. He could smell the scent of shampoo in her hair, could feel the heat of her skin.
“I won’t be tucked away. I didn’t call you in to take on the risk—”
“You do battle with microchips. I step in front of bullets for a living.”
“I’m not asking you to be a human shield, McShane.”
Her lack of gratitude shouldn’t have stung.
“I was hoping you could use whatever contacts you still have to track this backward, try to find out who Grimshaw answers to, while I try to dig up whatever it was Nathan might have left
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