Evidence of Passion (Shadow Agents 7)

“Don’t move,” he ordered her again.

Then he was stalking toward his phone.

She inched up a bit, staring over at him.

A frown pulled his brows low as Dylan reached for his phone. “Blocked number.”

A chill swept over her skin.

Dylan swiped his finger over the screen. “Who is this?” he demanded. His finger tapped on the screen once more. A crack of static filled the room. Static then...laughter.

He’d put the call on speakerphone.

Rachel reached for her robe. She was breaking his not-moving rule. He could deal with it.

That laughter was familiar to her. It was familiar, and so was the voice that said—

“Agent Foxx, just who the hell do you think I am?”

Jack.

She was on her feet in an instant and rushing toward Dylan.

Dylan had turned to stone.

“Rachel knows who I am,” that familiar voice continued, deep and low. “She knows me very, very well.”

Dylan’s gaze caught hers. “Does she? Well, guess what? Turns out I know her pretty well, too.”

She froze.

“You’ll never know her the way I do.” Jack was smug now. “Rachel loves me. Did she tell you that? She loves me so much that even after everything that I did to her, Rachel couldn’t bring herself to kill me.”

Rachel fought hard not to let any expression cross her face right then.

“Rachel doesn’t give a damn about you,” Dylan replied, his own voice clipped. “She knows exactly what you are—a killer, and she wants to see you locked up.”

“Or maybe...” Now a mocking tone had entered Jack’s words. “Maybe she just wants to see me again. Maybe Rachel misses me just as much as I miss her.”

She shook her head, the move instinctive.

A siren echoed outside. Rachel’s gaze flashed toward her window, then back to Dylan. She hurried to grab her phone. She needed to call the EOD. They could try and get a trace on the call. She tapped in the number for headquarters and brought the phone to her ear. When the agent answered her call, Rachel whispered, identifying herself, then she said, “Jack is on the line with Agent Foxx. The killer just called—”

“Is that my sweet Rachel?” Jack asked. “Standing there, is she? Listening to all that I have to say.”

Dylan was as still as a statue.

His silence seemed to infuriate Jack. “Then why don’t you both listen to this?” The words were harder now. Snapping. “You want to bring me in, Agent Foxx? You think you’re the man who can finally bag the infamous Jack? Then come and get me. Just you, got it? You come to find me, and I’ll be waiting for you behind Ford’s Theatre. Right there in the alley. You and me.”

Dylan didn’t speak.

“Leave Rachel behind because right now...this isn’t about her, is it?” Jack taunted. “It’s about us. Her two lovers.”

Rachel shook her head. No, Jack had never been—

“And if you aren’t here in fifteen minutes, then I’ll just kill the first loser who is dumb enough to cross my path. I’m feeling a little...angry tonight.” But it wasn’t just anger coating his words. It sounded more like fury. “First my client double-crosses me, and then I see you...spending the night with my girl. Things like that tend to wreck my control.”

The sound of sirens filled the room again.