The Girl Next Door (Shadow Agents 6)

“We can keep helping each other,” he told her, trying to keep the desperate edge out of his words. “We make a good team, Gabrielle, and that doesn’t have to end. Agree to drop any inquiries into the EOD, and I’ll talk to my boss. I’ll get you out of here.”

Her eyelashes flickered. “Why did I get dragged into this place? If I already had an EOD agent with me day and night, then why did I—” She broke off as her eyes widened. “You.”

Hell. This was about to go from bad to worse.

“You were chasing after me. I ran from you, and you called in your backup, didn’t you?”

His back teeth had locked. “A killer is out there. After you. What was I supposed to do? Let you run straight into danger?”

“You don’t even know that he’s after me—”

The door opened behind Cooper.

“Yes,” Bruce Mercer’s distinct voice said clearly. “We do know that the killer is after you, Ms. Harper. And if you want to keep living, then I would suggest that you calm down and get used to the idea of working with the EOD.”

THE PROFILER WAS too damn good.

She’d been poking her head in where it didn’t belong, getting too close.

Trying to learn too much about me.

He hadn’t thought Mercer would pull in an outsider to hunt him.

He’d underestimated the bastard.

He hurried down the hallway. Other agents were working, barely glancing his way.

They knew that a killer was among them. Did they care?

No, because we’re all killers.

Some just hid that truth a bit better than others.

He rounded the corner. His gaze cut to the office on the right.

She was there.

He sucked in a deep breath and walked closer to her door.

Then he heard her laugh.

Rachel Mancini wasn’t alone, and there was only one man that ever made her laugh.

A few more steps and he saw that Dylan Foxx was leaning over her, putting his body too close to hers.

The fool gave away too much when he looked at Rachel. He made the same mistakes that Frank Malone had made with his Jessica.

His glances were too possessive, his posture too protective.

Rachel might not feel the same way that Dylan did, but what did that matter?

He needed a distraction, someone else for the profiler and Mercer to focus on.

He’d change the order of his game. Move his pieces around the board a bit.

Rachel glanced up then. The smile was still on her pretty face as she looked at him.

Time for my attack.