“Yeah. I didn’t like leaving him in that situation, but he was right. I had to get you to safety. That was more important.”
“Who are you?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
“I told you. I’m Alec’s brother Liam.”
She shook her head impatiently. “No, I mean, what are you? Are you a US marshal like the men who were guarding me?”
“Diplomatic Security Service. DSS. Like Alec. The DSS is responsible for a lot of things, including protecting foreign dignitaries when they visit the US, and I’ve done my share of that. In fact, I was on the detail guarding your Princess Mara when she first came to this country. Alec and I both were. So yeah, I knew what to do when bullets started flying. That’s my job.”
“So what is next? Where do I go?”
“We,” he told her. “Where do we go. I’m not sure. I’ve got to call a man.” He pointed to the dried blood on Cate’s arm, then indicated the restroom a short distance away. “You might want to wash up a little and use the facilities while I do that. My call will take a while.”
When Cate agreed, she was surprised he led the way to the ladies’ room but prevented her from entering until he’d checked it out. “It’s clear,” he told her when he returned. Then he moved away from the doorway a couple of paces, pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial.
He was still on the phone when Cate came out of the ladies’ room. She’d washed the blood from her arm and done her best with the dress—which was still damp in places, although she’d blotted as much of the water from it as she could—but anyone who looked closely could still see the faint discolorations that would probably never go away completely. She didn’t care. This dress didn’t really belong to her, it was a dress designed to present a certain appearance for the jury. Well-to-do, but not too expensive. Not the Mayflower Madam, but not a street hooker, either. The dress had been picked out by the prosecutors, who wanted her to look young and wholesome. The girl next door.
Cate was young. In years, if nothing else. But she wasn’t wholesome—she was damaged goods. She would never be wholesome again. But the jury didn’t have to know that, and she had no intention of telling them how she felt about the two-year nightmare when she’d been Vishenko’s prisoner. Stick to the facts, the prosecutors had hammered home, don’t volunteer opinions.
Angelina had said the same thing. But she’d also advised Cate to let her emotions show just enough so the jury empathized with her, believed her implicitly. If she was too cold the jury wouldn’t like her. And the jury needed to like her, Angelina had said. Angelina, who had at one time been a prosecutor herself long ago, but who had also been a bodyguard for Zakhar’s Queen Juliana. Angelina, who now headed the queen’s security detail, but who had come over to the States to be there for Cate during the trial.
“Okay,” Liam was saying to the man on the other end of the phone. “Call me back as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting.” He listened for a minute, then laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a hell of a way to start a vacation.” Then he disconnected.
“Who were you talking to?” she asked.
“Let’s sit in the SUV,” he told her. “I don’t want you out in the open if I can help it.”
He held the passenger door for Cate but didn’t touch her at all, as if he knew she couldn’t bear to be touched in a personal way. Then he got into the driver’s seat, saying, “That was Cody Walker. My brother-in-law. At this point he’s about the only person who can help us that I know I can trust. He was already working on it—can you believe it?—he’ll call me back when he has something definite.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Alec called Cody a half hour ago, told him I was in trouble and I’d be in touch. Even before I talked with Alec. Damn! Alec’s always one step ahead of me—he can read my mind.”
“I know him,” she said. “Your brother-in-law. I met him when I first met your brother. You told him where we are?”
Liam shook his head again. “The first thing you have to learn about security, Ms. Mateja, is a concept called ‘need to know.’ At this point Cody doesn’t have a need to know where we are, so I didn’t tell him. When and if he needs to know, I will.”
Cate waited for one heartbeat, then two, before she said, “Cate. Please just call me Cate. I... I don’t like Caterina.” She couldn’t suppress the little shiver as she said the name. “And I don’t use Mateja anymore.” Not for seven years. “Except in court, of course. I must use it there—it’s my legal name.”