Free Dangerous by Patricia Rosemoor Page B

answer, just gave her hand another squeeze. It seemed like forever before the two men came back from wherever they’d gone and stepped out of the building.
    “So, what’s going on?”
the waiting officer asked.
    “The Internet connection was set up in a closet with a window to the back side of the building,”
the other uniform said.
“And it’s connected to an Ethernet cable running down the back of the building to a basement window.”
    “No shit!”
    “Guess what the cable is connected to in a storage bin in the basement?”
Jackson asked.
    “A computer?”
    “A router. Bastard doesn’t even have to go inside to use it. He can sit out here on the street in his car and pick up a signal. You two stay here, but get the squad down the street, just in case our suspect shows up. I don’t want you to alert him. I’ll call Rodriguez to get undercover surveillance. And I’m headed for Welby Realty to see what anyone there knows about this Paul Fox. Maybe they have some Intel on him that’ll help.”
    “Like a description,”
one of the officers said.
    “From your lips…”
    Jackson took off and the uniforms headed for the squad.
    “Should we follow him?” Drago asked.
    Camille’s phone dinged. “Let’s see.”
    She quickly read the text aloud: “Will keep you informed. Go home, get sleep.”
    “That’s a good idea.”
    Was he kidding? “How do you propose I sleep? Stress keeps me awake.” The reason she’d been up most of the night before.
    “I can think of ways to make you relax.”
    She squeezed her knees together. Instant reaction to that subtle sexy tone he used on her. “I’ll bet you can.” Not that she was going to let him. “What I need is coffee, possibly an infusion injected straight into my veins.” Realizing Drago was on his way somewhere, she asked, “Where are we going?”
    “I’m taking you back to the office so you can drive your own car home. I assume you drove.”
    “I did. My car is parked on Ravenswood.” She had to get it sometime, but she hadn’t planned on going home. “There has to be something we can do.”
    “There’s something
I
can do, but I’m doing it alone.”
    “You’re working for
me
, remember.” She gave him an intent look that rolled off him.
    “Technically, I’m working for my brother. Justus would be really pissed off if I took you with me.”
    “Pissed off? Where are you going?”
    “To get some outside help. Something I have to do alone.”
    Now her brain was racing with questions, but there was no talking to him about it. He had his mind set and that was that. She argued and he merely sank into a determined silence as he drove.
    An irritated Camille gritted her teeth together. Let him think what he wanted. But she was not about to be left behind.
    By the time he pulled up in front of his office behind her car, the sun had set and dusk had settled over the neighborhood. Good. Maybe she could use the shadows to her advantage, play a cat-and-mouse game and follow him. Opening the passenger door, she stifled a yawn that unfortunately was all too real. Her adrenaline had crashed and she was actually fighting to stay focused.
    Drago growled at her. “Go home and get some sleep while you can.”
    She avoided answering directly. “Call me the minute you know anything.”
    “That might be awhile. And if Jackson contacts you, I want to know what he found out.”
    “Absolutely.”
    She slammed the passenger door and staggered toward her own car as if she could hardly move, waiting only until she heard Drago take off before hurrying to get in and start the engine. She was after him in a minute, driving double time to catch up. She thought she’d lost him until she got to a main artery and saw the black Trans Am ahead. Slowing down, she stayed back far enough and let another vehicle between them so he wouldn’t realize she was following him. He kept to the main streets, which was good for her. She kept swerving behind SUVs and vans and trucks so