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And the unnamed man who’d escaped from Matthew after Alita’s murder. The man looked at Matthew and turned white.

“You,” he said.

Matthew smiled. “Me,” he said softly.

The man eased back from the table. “Listen, man. It was nothing personal. Take it easy, okay? Let’s talk this over—”

On the last word, he sprang from his chair, an automatic in his hand. But Matthew was quicker. He fired, and Alita’s killer lay sprawled at his feet, dead.

Matthew gave the body a long look. For you, Alita, he thought, and felt a weight lift from his heart.

Cam was on his cell phone, calling the Director. Alex was tying up their prisoners. Matthew made straight for the colonel, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled him to his feet.

“Where is she?”

Hamilton’s face was white, his eyes bulging with fear. “Don’t kill me. This is all a mis—”

Matthew dragged him to his toes. “Where is she?” he roared.

“I don’t know.”

Hamilton gagged as Matthew moved his hand from the colonel’s shirt to his throat. “One last time, you sorry son of a bitch. Where’s Mia, or so help me God—”

His brothers pulled him off.

“You kill him,” Cam said matter-of-factly, “the world’ll be better off…but you won’t find Mia.”

Matthew dragged in a breath. Cam was right. He nodded, took a step back, waited until Hamilton was bound, hand and foot.

“Now,” he growled, “where is Mia?”

The colonel shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Liar!”

“No. No, it’s true. She’s not here. Search the house. You’ll see for yourself. She isn’t here.”

That much was true. They’d searched the upper floor. Now, Alex came into the dining room and shook his head. Mia wasn’t on this level, either.

“Then—then, she’s dead,” Matthew said tonelessly. “You had her taken out into the jungle and—”

“No! I didn’t. Mia—Mia’s gone. She didn’t want to stay with me.”

“What?”

“I said, she came home with me but—but she changed her—”

Hamilton gasped as Matthew sprang at him and wrapped his hands around his throat.

“Liar! She didn’t come with you. You forced her.”

“You know better than that, Knight. You know what she’s like. She plays games. She—”

He cried out as Matthew’s thumbs pressed into his Adam’s apple. “She was working for the Agency.”

“All right. Yes, she was. But she turned. I told you that.”

Matthew stared down into Hamilton’s red face. How easy it would be to ki