“Could I?” He looked back at her then, his eyes wildly blue. “Circumstances being other than they are, I’d be hellbent to try. And I’d damn well do it, if my mind was set on it. Which is why I don’t believe anyone else could. Because all this I’ve anticipated already.”
“And maybe someone knows you well enough, knows your pattern well enough to have anticipated that. And so you’ve been distracted. What are you doing and what has your mind been on for the past several days? You’re not spending the evening checking your security, going over the steps, supervising your hotel team.”
“There’s a point,” he said quietly. “It hasn’t had my full attention, but it’s still solid.”
“Who do you know who could pull this off, besides yourself.”
“Not many. I was the best.”
“Applause, applause. Who?”
“Why don’t you come sit over here?” He sat himself, patted his knee. “I’m sure I’ll think better that way.”
“What do I look like, the bimbo secretary?”
“No, not at the moment, but that might be fun. I’ll be the horny executive, cheating on his long-suffering wife. Let’s hear you say: ‘Oh, Mr. Montegue, I couldn’t possibly!’ And make it breathy.”
“That concludes the comic relief portion of our program. Who?”
“Two that might have gotten close to it are dead, proving my previous point as you’ll note, I’m not. There may be one or two others. I’ll do some checking.”
“I want names.”
His eyes cooled. “I’m not a weasel, Lieutenant, even for you. I’ll do the checking. If there’s a chance either of the ones I’m thinking of might be involved, I’ll tell you. But not before I see for myself.”
She strode over to him. “Lives are on the line, so you can eject your thief’s code of honor.”
“I’m aware lives are on the line. There was a day all I had to my name was that code of honor, battered as it might be. I’ll see to this, and give you what there is as soon as I do. For now, I can tell you that Gerade here wouldn’t be able to plan out such a complex and intricate operation. He’s not a thief, even a poor one. Naples, yes, he could generate the talent, and he’s plenty of his own. He’s a top-line smuggler with excellent connections, no honor a’tall, and a fine transpo system in the illegal export business. If you’re looking for links to Yost, he’s my current bet.”
She bit back on impatience, reminding herself her first order of business wasn’t to catch a thief, but to stop a killer.
“All right, I’ll get on him.”
“In the morning. You need a break. You have a headache.”
“I don’t have a headache.” Her mouth moved to sulk. “Hardly.”
In a lightning move, he kicked her left foot out from under her, snagged her by the waist, and caught her in his lap on her way down.
“I know just the thing for hardly a headache.”
She tried to get an elbow into his gut, but he already had her arms pinned. Besides, he smelled fabulous. “I’m not calling you Mr. Montegue.”
“You’re such a spoilsport.” He bit her ear. “Just for that, I don’t want you in my lap.”
“Fine. Then I’ll just—”
The next thing she knew she was flat on her back on the floor, and under him. “Do you know how many beds are in this house?” she asked when she got her breath back.
“Not off the top of my head, but I can look it up.”
“Never mind,” she said, and pulled the leather tie from his hair.
chapter eighteen
“Naples, Dominic J.,” Eve began when her team was assembled for the morning briefing. “Age fifty-six, married, two children. Current residence, London, England, with alternate residences in Rome, Sardinia, New L.A., East Washington, Rio, and Caspian Bay, Delta Colony.”
Like her team, she studied the image on-screen of a handsome, dark-eyed man with sharp features and a carefully styled mane of deep brown hair.