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She might even risk her mother’s anger…
    Her cell phone chirped.
    “Don’t you dare answer it,” Butch growled. His heavy caresses grew more intense. Her legs weakened.
    The phone chirped again.
    She swallowed a lusty lump. Her body felt heavy, burning for satisfaction. “Have to,” she whispered hoarsely, “expecting a call from Snitch.”
    It took all her willpower to peel Butch away and reach into her coat pocket for the phone. “Vega here,” she said. Her voice sounded strained even to herself.
    “Snitch,” a metallic voice said on the other end. “I’ve got a bunch of weird stuff on your fugitive.” There was a pause. “You okay? You sound funny.”
    “Just a little overheated. Go on.”
    “There’s a CIA file on this guy and his victim. It’s locked up tighter than Fort Knox. It’ll cost you…um…five hundred for the risk.”
    Snitch was the best computer hacker in the area. Many of the bounty hunters in town used her services—at least they all thought Snitch was a ‘her’. The metallic voice had a decidedly feminine lilt. No one knew for certain. Payments were wired electronically to a Swiss bank account.
    “Thanks Snitch. I’ll pay it. Let me know as soon as you liberate the files.” Vega switched off the phone.
    Her mind started racing. The CIA? What was going on?
    “You’re deep in that Walker assignment?” Butch asked. The passion drained from his voice.
    “What do you know about it?”
    “The last hunter to go after the bastard worked with me.”
    She didn’t know. “Oh…I’m sorry, Butch.”
    He shrugged. “The bonding company withdrew their contract with us hours after that bastard popped a hole through my friend’s head. Said they were afraid we’d carry out some kind of vigilante justice.”
    “Imagine that,” she said dryly. Knowing Butch, he’d probably snap Grayson’s neck like a twig if he were to get near enough.
    “Watch yourself, Vega. Don’t go after him alone.”
    She shrugged off the warning. She knew how to take care of herself. “Tell me, do you know anything specific about this guy that could help me find him?”
    He stubbed his foot against the edge of a sisal rug for several minutes before answering. “I shouldn’t help you. I lost a friend and a lot of money because of him.”
    “Fine.” She checked her watch. She was dangerously close to being late for her mother’s dinner party. “I’ve got to get changed and ready to go to Mom’s.”
    A few sleek dresses hung in the back of her closet just for these occasions. She went into the bedroom and started to dress. Her mother, always eager to impress—she was the good political force behind her husband’s rise to police chief—liked to make her dinner parties into grand affairs. Serving gourmet meals on the finest china in the family’s austere formal dining room. The fact her mother had inherited a fortune from a great-aunt, only made her lofty vision of what was ‘impressive’ all the more possible.
    “He was Army Special Ops,” Butch called from the other room. “That’s what Snitch is probably opening, his Special Ops history file. His partner, Greg Harper, served with him along with two others. I don’t know what missions they were on. The lid on his history is tight. Doubt Snitch can pry those files open. The hacker we used failed miserably. Couldn’t get much of anything useful that way.”
    She emerged from the bedroom fully dressed in a pale violet silk dress that dipped low in the back. Her strappy pumps with heels that would make a fluff-ball like Lila Crafter proud matched the gown perfectly. She pulled her hair up into a loose French twist. She hadn’t bothered with much makeup; her mother would scold.
    “Thanks, Butch.” She gave him a quick kiss and pushed him toward the door. “If I don’t leave right now, Mom will be having fits by the time I get over to the house.”
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    After a painfully long evening, Vega collapsed on her bed and stared at the