Free At Any Cost by Allie K. Adams

couldn't bring himself to look at her. Hell, he couldn't even face himself in a mirror after this. He felt like a traitor.
    For Fish. Sandman. Doughboy. And of course, Broadway. The thought of his friends now pushing up daisies helped him through the struggle with his conscience. They were dead because of the contents of that disc. If he had to lie a little, cheat a little to avenge their deaths, then so be it.
    If it meant sleeping with the enemy, then he'd do it. His gaze found its way to JT. The way her shapely legs poked out under those baggy shorts made him hard all over again. He didn't know how much more of this he could take before he snapped. The sound of her voice shot right through his scar, into his groin. And into his heart.
    She sure as hell didn't look like a mole.
    "Yep." He was annoyed. At him. At her. And it showed in his voice, which irritated the hell out of him.
    "How?"
    The words Donovan wanted him to say fought against his reason. What he was about to say could blow everything if he wasn't careful. It could be signing his death warrant. It could also give him the slight advantage he needed to get her to trust him enough to find out who she's working for.
    But admitting he knew what he knew could be a fatal mistake. "JT,"
    "Don't." She brought her hands to her ears, her face pinched in a look of pain. "I don't want to hear it."
    Dan watched in confusion as JT squeezed her eyes shut. What was she? Twelve? "What are you doing?"
    "I can't believe this. I didn't think you were—I mean—I didn't want to believe it. You're the great and powerful Dan Weber. You're what they all try to mold us into. If they only knew what you'd become."
    Ouch. Talk about a sucker punch.
    She rubbed her hands over her face, drew a deep breath. "Okay. You want in? Let's make a deal."
    He should have been ecstatic she agreed to bring him in. Yet knowing if he failed this assignment, if
LEON
slipped through his fingers, millions of innocent people would die.
    He'd succeeded with odds worse than that. Of course, he'd never been up against someone like JT Turner. But he doubted she'd ever been up against someone like him. Dan smiled inwardly.
    Let the game begin.

Chapter 5

    There had to be a catch. This man didn't seem the type to sell out his country. If he did anything to screw this up, she'd punch his lights out. Hell, she'd shoot him. Well, if she had a weapon.
    Neither spoke as he drove them to the rendezvous point. JT couldn't stand the silence and reached over to flip on the radio.
    "What are you doing?" He demanded.
    "I hate quiet."
    "I like it. No radio."
    "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"
    He reached over and flipped on the radio.
    " Today's top story: Police have cordoned off
Alaskan Way
from
Bell Street
to
Vine Street
after a shooting outside of The Edgewater Inn on
Seattle
's waterfront. According to witnesses, an unknown number of men shot a woman in the upscale hotel's parking lot. She was able to get away, but police have been unable to locate her. If you know anything about the shooting, or the woman, you are urged to contact the Seattle Police Department."
    "Swell," Dan growled. "Which terminal did you say it was?"
    "46." JT glanced up at the painted terminal numbers on the cement pillars. "It's down on the southeast side of
Elliott
Bay
, just north of the railroad car repository."
    "Thanks, MapQuest ."
    "I happened to look it up on the Internet, Smart Ass," JT snapped back. "I also found out it's on seventy acres, with the potential expansion of another eighteen. It has six cranes to move the cargo from the dock to the ships."
    "Fascinating."
    She frowned. She found it fascinating, even if he didn't. Surely something she'd learned about the terminal would impress him. She didn't know why, and she shouldn't even care, but the need to impress this man ate at JT's brain. "They close at
five o'clock
."
    "Big surprise."
    Screw him. She didn't need to impress him, even if the guy was a legend in NASSD.