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fact, I was re-appropriating lost property to its owner.”
    “I know all about you and your talents and Mr Walker here is an added bonus. It saves me a lot of time trying to find someone willing to work with you.”
    “I work alone.” I almost spat the words out. It wasn’t quite true, because Adram seemed to follow me,
    “We both know that isn’t true. Your pet demon seems to pop up with you in tow.” Shit he knew about Adram and talking of the pest, where the hell was he?
    “Are you trying to make me believe that there are demons out there?” Marshall sniggered and I wanted to bat him around the head with my hand.
    “Didn’t you know he’s a non-believer?” I smiled at the Major, who was starting to go red with temper,
    “Even so, he followed you and he has a similar goal to us.”
    “Us?” Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?
    “That would be me…” One of the men who had followed Marshall in was dressed in a boring grey suit that looked like it belonged in the eighties and his slicked black hair made him look even greasier than he probably was. He was holding a clipboard and clicking away at his pen and that was starting to grate on my very, last nerve. The most interesting thing, other than him looking like a peeping tom, was his American accent.
    “It seems Mr Walker here has come into the country under false pretences and according to our surveillance had a meeting with you two nights ago. That doesn’t happen very often does it Xan?” I hated the American already, and I really wanted to stick that pen so far up his arse he could taste ink,
    “Clive, that’s enough. Miss Trescott, both the British and American military would like to offer you a job.” I nearly choked,
    “What?”
    “We need your unique…skills unfortunately.” Clive grunted and wrote something on his clipboard,
    “What if I say no?” Not that I thought it was even a possibility. They had taken me by force so there was no way they would accept no,
    “The thing that I’ve never understood about you Miss Trescott is that you still have ties to family. Most assassins protect their identities fiercely so as not to have their family used against them. You on the other hand have loving parents and a brother and it would be such a shame for them to be brought into this mess.”
    “You touch them and I’ll kill you!” I jumped up, but the other soldier in the room restrained me back into my seat.
    “I’m not saying we would hurt them in any way, but they may not fare quite so well with others.” I was already thinking of different ways to kill him, “In fact my dear, I was surprised that you were so easily caught. Your reputation promised so much more.”
    “Well, as you probably already know I’m not really an assassin. People simply get in my way and I deal with them.” I made a mental note to make sure the Major got in my way at some point,
    “I’m sorry to interrupt this power struggle y’all have going on but what does this have to do with me?” Marshall was too polite for his own good,
    “Ah, did you not set out to find Miss Trescott? It’s a long way to travel for help. Then again, you’ve tried others to no avail haven’t you? Miss Trescott was your last hope to find your kidnapped daughter.” My heart sank. If he had told me he wanted me to find his daughter, I would have done it. Kibble should have told me. I would be having words with the troll.
    “No one would take on my case once they found out who I believed took her. I followed their trail here and I needed someone in the UK to help me.” He looked at me and frowned, probably because I had turned him down.
    “Your arrival was unexpected but I believe we both want the same thing and the help of a Texas Ranger cannot be over looked. I stopped believing in coincidences a very long time ago Mr Walker. I want you both to find Clockwork and bring him in.” Marshall and I looked at each other. I cringed,
    “I can understand why Marshall wanted me