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of one of his men would definitely rank below security in his book. “After I had you moved, I let it be known that you had some memory problems but were recovering, and the doctors saw no reason why you wouldn’t regain all your memories.”
    That was cold, even for Axel. Morgan growled, “Well, hell, why not just paint a target on my back?”
    â€œThe target’s already there,” Axel pointed out. “My job is to find out who and why. Unless you’re fucking someone else’s wife, the strong possibility exists that this is work related.”
    â€œI’m clear on the domestic front.”
    â€œThen it’s related to the GO-Teams.”
    There was no arguing with that. Still—Morgan shook his head. “But why ?”
    â€œIf I can figure that out, then I’ll know who . And vice versa. All I need is something to point me in the right direction.”
    â€œSo what’s your plan?” Because Axel always had a plan; Morgan might not like it, but he had no doubt the plan existed.
    Axel said, “I’m going to bury your location under enough security that whoever wants to find you will really have to dig to find it, and that’ll trip an alert I’ve had set up. But I can’t make it easy to find, or whoever it is will know it’s a setup and won’t bite.”
    â€œThat’s it? What do I do in the meantime?” Other than work at being able to walk for longer than thirty seconds at a time, that is.
    What could only be described as a truly evil smile spread over Axel’s face. “I’m sending you to my ex-stepsister.”
    Whatever Morgan had expected, that wasn’t it. “What?”
    Axel obligingly repeated himself, word for word.
    â€œYou’re involving civilians?” That was what startled him the most.What they did was kept away from normal people, though of course there was civilian support staff, but they had signed on knowing what the work involved. Deliberately throwing innocents into danger wasn’t something they did.
    â€œI don’t expect any real problems. I’ve been doing some digging, getting things set up. No reason any civilians should be involved, other than her giving you a place to stay.”
    â€œAnd your ex-stepsister has agreed to this?”
    â€œShe will,” Axel said carelessly. “Once the alert is tripped, we’ll move in.”
    â€œThe alert won’t tell you who .”
    â€œIt’ll give me a direction, but best of all, I’ll be able to put some people in place to catch any threat coming after you.”
    â€œHow in hell will you do that?”
    Axel ticked off the reasons. “It’s a very small town, small enough that any strangers will be noticed. It’s relatively close to D.C., in West Virginia, which means no airports or trains or bus lines involved; whoever comes after you will come by road, and the number of roads I’d have to cover is very limited.” He paused and gave what could only be described as a satisfied sigh. “And best of all, it’ll really piss her off.”
    Axel MacNamara didn’t give a shit about most people and most things, but he did give a shit about his country and the operatives on the GO-Teams he oversaw. Every mission they went on, they put their lives on the line, and he not only respected that but he was sworn, both professionally and privately, to do his best for them regardless of the context. Sometimes it was fighting tooth and nail to make sure they had the best equipment available, sometimes it was smoothing the political way, sometimes it was polishing and spinning certain events so pertinent details were either distorted or hidden completely. They did the jobs they were tasked with doing, and if any shit rolled downhill, he wanted it to stop at the people in charge, not the men he regarded as his.
    Generally he hated politicians, but he was a lot like them and by the very