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drink.”
    “The car is stocked, sir. As is your room.”
    “Thank God,” Jefferies muttered, glancing around before stepping off the plane.
    Two large men stood on the stairs, shoulder to shoulder, quiet and alert. Anderson descended behind Jefferies.
    Once inside the limo, Glenn poured the secretary of homeland security, a scotch. “The house we rented is directly on the beach. It’s more private than a hotel.”
    Doug nodded and downed the drink. “Sounds good. Do you know if Kerik has arrived yet?”
    “He has,” Glenn responded, refilling Jefferies glass. “He would like to do a briefing tonight, if at all possible.”
    Jefferies turned to stare out the window. “The sooner the better.”
    The lights reflecting off the water, sparkled like diamonds amidst the rolling waves of the gulf, mesmerizing Doug with its beauty. “She’s out there, Glenn. I know she is.”
    “Who’s out there, sir?”
    “Doctor Abbigail Sutherland.”
    Anderson cleared his throat. “I don’t see how she could be, sir. These waters have been searched extensively. There are no boats, no underwater bubbles…nothing. There’s no way she could—“
    “There is a way,” Doug barked, cutting off Glenn’s words. “I don’t know how they did it yet, but she’s down there. You can bet your ass on it.”
    Glenn didn’t look convinced, Doug noticed, abandoning his view to meet the soldier’s gaze. “When did Kerik arrive?”
    “He got here yesterday,” Anderson replied. “He’ll be staying at the house with us, sir. It’ll be safer for everyone.”
    Jefferies laid his head back against the seat. “None of us are safe as long as those things are still breathing. None of us…”

Chapter Six
     
    Mallory exchanged her uncomfortable skirt and pumps for a pair of soft cotton shorts. She pulled a matching T-shirt over her head and padded barefoot down the hall to the living room.
    The sight of Vaulcron, lounging on her couch was a vision she’d never forget.
    His long legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Muscles bunched along his thighs, emphasizing the substantial bulge in his shorts.
    “Is everything all right?”
    Mallory nearly gasped at the sound of Vaulcron’s voice. She jerked her gaze away from his well-endowed lap and hurried toward the television.
    “I— Yes. Sorry, my mind was somewhere else.” On your impressive package, she thought, fighting a blush. Mallory Cahill had never blushed a day in her life.
    Snatching up the DVD she sought, Mallory recalled the conversation she’d had about Hauke with Harold Newman, owner of Winchester Industries, during their interview a few weeks back. “Did the alien have reproductive organs?”
    “Pardon?”
    “It is a reasonable question, Mr. Newman. Perhaps I should rephrase it for you. Did the creature possess a penis?”
    Recalling the sizable swell at the juncture of Vaulcron’s thighs, Mallory could attest to the fact that Bracadytes did, in fact, have reproductive organs.
    She popped in disc one of Man from Atlantis and pressed play before moving to sit next to Vaulcron on the couch.
    Mallory refilled her wineglass, watching Vaulcron over the rim as she took a sip. Her lips twitched with humor as he stared openmouthed at the television screen.
    He suddenly shifted his gaze in her direction. “How is it that a human can breathe underwater?”
    A laugh bubbled up, but she held it back. “It’s just a movie. He isn’t really breathing underwater. Special effects are used to make it appear that he is.”
    “Special effects?”
    Mallory set her glass on the coffee table. “You remember the camera that Jackson used during our interview?”
    At his nod, she continued. “The cameras capture and record everything visible through its lens, where it can later be edited to appear however we want it to.”
    “Fascinating,” Vaulcron murmured, returning his attention back to the movie.
    The buzz of Mallory’s cell phone caught her attention. She