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Orion kept a hold on her hand and guided her into the house, through the entry, and then turned left.The blueprints were right.The six foot, narrow entry let out into a small seating chamber before opening up to the rest of the house. A couple dozen people were sipping from freshly made drinks. The patio doors were open, showing off the stunning infinity pool and the view of the ocean beyond. And of course, no party was complete without a DJ. Judging by the small cluster of people around the guy sporting headphones, he must be at least moderately well known.That was good. People tended to throw themselves into dancing if they thought they were supposed to. The more people dancing, the fewer that would be people watching. Like them."Okay, now what?" Jennifer said just loud enough to reach his ears.He let go of her hand to drape his arm around her waist. The weight of her purse rest on his wrist, a heavy reminder that she went everywhere with a gun. "Let's get a drink and

They took the side paths, avoiding the areas where guests might be lounging at this time of the afternoon. There were several paths like this, shielded with tall hedges and decorated with flowers. They were pleasing to the eye, added privacy and allowed staff to move about without being seen."Through here." Orion ducked through an opening in the hedges.It let out on his office patio.Did anyone ever use the space? She couldn't think of another person who had in all the time they'd been there.Orion unlocked the exterior door and held the curtains back for her. He carefully slid the door shut behind her."Let's keep from turning on the lights. It would probably be best if people thought we came back and went straight to the residence," he said."Sure."At least one of them hadn't lost the point of today.Jennifer really needed to do better.She set her purse on the desk and pulled out the plastic wrapped antiquity. She hoped the item was still safe. At any point toda

Sunday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.JENNIFER STARED AT HER phone."Alone?" Orion paced the living room of his apartment. "No way. You cannot go alone."She didn't like this new stipulation. Especially given that Bain expected it to be her doing the exchange. All of this had started with Milan.Fuck.Something else was going on, but Jennifer couldn't connect the pieces.Orion came to stand in front of her. "You can't go."She didn't look at him. She just couldn't. The guilt of having dragged him into this was just too much. "I have to."The sooner she did this, the sooner it would go away. Then they could all move on.She was actually looking forward to long phone calls with him.Who was she?Jennifer tapped into the work chat with the other girls.What could she say to them?They all thought she was having the time of her life on a tropical island with Orion while occasionally having to work.She should have told her boss as soon as this stuff

Sunday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.ORION PACED THE OFFICE. He'd given up the pretense of working about ten minutes after their last phone call. That was half an hour ago. He knew that Jennifer might have to go to a secondary location or wait for an authenticity check. There were hoops to jump through. He understood that took time and this wasn't likely to be a straight forward exchange situation.It didn't stop him from worrying.He should have tailed her, stayed at a safe distance. Something.The not knowing was the worst.For all he knew, Bain had tried something.Orion stared out of the window behind his desk and chewed his thumbnail.As a kid, it used to be his terrible habit. He'd only broken it when he'd started SEAL training. Exhaustion was enough of a reason to stop. Now, he just needed to do something.Where was she?There was GPS on the car.He whirled toward the desk and paused. Memories of last night smacked him in the face. For a moment h

Monday. Unknown. Rijeka, Croatia.JENNIFER LOWERED HERSELF DOWN onto the wide, stone outcrop just under her bedroom window. It was a test of her upper body strength. Fuck. She'd thought she was in decent enough shape, but not enough for this bullshit.She'd worked out this approach earlier when moving the furniture around. Five stories up, one mishap, a slip or even a miscalculation, and things could be dangerous. She'd be a smear on the concrete below. There just hadn't been time to shift the furniture yet again.The rundown building on the outskirts of the port town was some sort of a hub for Uwe's criminal activity. She'd seen quite a few large paintings on the second floor. The colorful blobs on the canvas didn't strike her as anything noteworthy, but then again she didn't have an eye for art.Her arms shook as she slid the window up, then practically fell in.She lifted her head long enough to stare at the furniture braced against the door, then let her body go comple