“Think Guinevere! Your partner is in the hospital, your daughter is in the crosshairs, and we have no idea who or what, or why. Explain to me again how you passed intel back and forth.”
I fail to see the problem. To clarify, Henry has a guard at his door, Abbie has an agent stationed at the house, and I have Agent Wulf here. I’m sure, given time, I can convince whoever is threatening me to back off.
“I gave Jason access, and it did the rest.”
His eyes go wider still. “Jesus, I feel like I walked into a bad horror flick. Can't you make it stop?”
“Of course. Whenever I want.”
He takes two steps, realizes he has no room to pace, and stops. “Damn, what a fucking web… How do you suggest we extradite you from this mess?”
“Define mess.”
“Holy flying fuck. You have a dangerous yet unknown entity or entities who probably know you’ve been misleading them for almost a year. They want intelligence, which you may or may nothave, and supposing you do have it, I cannot allow you to share it with them. Have I summed up our problem?”
I nod. “Quite succinctly, but I can fix this. You don’t need to get so upset.”Why does the male of the species never trust the female’s intellect? For heaven’s sake, I have three doctorates, which ought to count for something.
While I wait for Angel-Beyoncé to add her two cents, Wulf curses under his breath. “You do realize you make my brain hurt?”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.” I toss my water bottle in the recycle bin and open the door. In the parking lot, the tops of the puddles reflect the sun, which pokes out between the departing black clouds.
Our arms touch when Wulf joins me outside and leans on the railing. “No more damn lies. Who are we fighting? Do you have any idea?”
I lift my gaze to his, gasp at the heat, and my tits harden. “Take your pick… China, France, Germany, the UK, Russia, India, Israel, or Pakistan. They are all working on weaponizing RF frequencies. Iran and Turkey insist they have these DEWs currently in use.”
“They all have directed energy weapon programs?” After he pulls my lower half to his, my hands slip under his ears behind his neck.
“Yes.”
Groaning, his mouth lowers to mine, his tongue takes ownership, and like always, our passion ignites.
Chapter 18
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.~Ruth Brown
Axel
Fuck. What was I thinking? I have no business kissing her in the middle of my interrogation. When we break apart for air, I backpedal, both literally and figuratively.
“If you had to guess, who threatened your kid?” Perhaps if I remind her of the AI video, she will reconsider her stance.
“Scientists don’t make assumptions.” Her fingertips dig into my back and send tendrils of want to my groin.
I’d argue the point, but now is not the time. Instead, I tuck an errant lock of silky hair behind her ear and whisper as if making love. “Let’s say I held you at gunpoint, and you had to choose. Whose database have you been accessing?”
Eyes on mine, she bites her lower lip and shrugs. “Iran.”
“And why is that?” As my pants grow tight behind my fly, my brain flips through my favorite cock-deflating list. I picture driving the porcelain bowl after a night of drinking, cockroaches, blood spatter…
While I wrangle my beast down to a half-chub, she purses her mouth for over a minute and sighs. “Timing. The Supreme Leader wants a military advantage in the region. Also, they need something of value to hold over the Russians’ heads who desperately desire the technology but haven’t been able to make significant advancements in the last fifty years.”
Recent news articles and podcasts disagree. “What about the Havana Syndrome?”
She makes a derogatory grimace and flicks her hand as if my thoughts were bothersome gnats. “The original technology has been around since World War II. I’m talking about modern RF.”
Not used to being dismissed, I change the subject. “I need to see those databases.”
“I can’t log in remotely, remember?” Eyebrows raised, her lips part, and as she lifts to her toes for a kiss, I cup her cheeks.
