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train station, and the airport as well as getting the word out to other agencies around the country to be on the lookout for Paine. If it was the last thing he did, he intended to find the man and put him where he belonged.
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    “Who is this woman?” Kian asked Taggert as they left the car and headed into the mom and pop pizza joint.
    “An old lover,” his partner said. “Apparently, she’s not too fond of him since she caught him sleeping with her sister.”
    “That might be a cover,” Kian mused. “Hoping we won’t check into it.”
    Taggert shrugged. “Maybe.
    From the moment Kian stepped through the door into the restaurant and someone pointed out the woman, he knew they’d been sent on a wild goose chase. The ex-lover Anthony supposedly had cheated on was old enough to be Anthony’s grandmother. He swore and glared at Taggert. Before he could say a word, his cell phone rang, and he pulled it from his jacket, indicating his partner should ask questions anyway. Kian stepped outside.
    “Sloane.”
    “Kian, looks like a hit was ordered on that address you gave us,” Wesley, one of the agents assigned to watch Vitali’s bar, said. The bottom dropped out of Kian’s world.
    “Give me the details,” he ordered.
    “A drive-by. They shot up the place. We’re going in now.”
    Kian jerked the door to the restaurant open and whistled. When Taggert turned, he signaled with his hand and turned back to the street. He scarcely gave the man enough time to jump into the car before he tore out of the parking lot. Pain pulsed in his head, and he prayed Evie was safe. If she wasn’t, someone would pay with their life, but he couldn’t think that way. He had to focus, and most important of all, get to her apartment.
    A short time later, Kian drew up to the street invaded with police and crime lab vehicles. Bystanders crowded around, craning their necks to see what happened, and he shoved through to get beyond the police tape. When a uniformed officer turned his way, Kian flashed his badge, and the man nodded in greeting. Kian moved past without response, hearing Taggert behind him greet the man.
    The bar’s front window, which had displayed the establishment’s name, was now shattered. He thrust the door open, and glass crackled beneath his feet. Holes from gunshots riddled the walls, and technicians carefully dug each out to drop into evidence bags. Kian ignored all the familiar activity and scanned the personnel to identify the detective on duty.
    “Any casualties?” He marveled his voice remained steady.
    “One of the agents was grazed in the arm, but—”
    “Evie Sloane, where is she?” he interrupted, right now not giving a damn about the agents.
    The annoyance in the detective’s stance grazed off him as the man thumbed over his shoulder. “In the back.”
    Taggert thanked him as Kian headed to where he’d indicated. Kian’s gaze was for one person and one only. Several officers crowded into the smaller space, but what Kian focused on was Evie, in Vitali’s arms.
    “Evie,” he snapped, and she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were wide in obvious fear, but they were dry. He figured the full impact of what had happened hadn’t hit her yet. She pulled from Vitali’s arms and approached him. He told himself not to, but his hand snaked out anyway, and he lifted her chin. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”
    She blinked at him in confusion, and a desire to protect her took such sharp hold, he had to steel himself. Her hands fluttered, and she clutched them together. Knowing her, she didn’t like to be seen as weak.
    “I’m fine. I wasn’t home, but Leo was here.”
    He frowned at the man, who appeared none the worse for wear. Vitali grinned at him and approached. “I’m immortal.”
    Kian grunted. What he had guessed was correct. Paine wanted Vitali dead, but not Evie, but that didn’t mean he would trust her safety to a psychopath’s whims. He looked down at Evie. “You’re going into