“Check his trash.” Before I can move my mouse, Gwen presses my touch screen and snickers. “People are such idiots.”
Copying and pasting the code, I unlock the email from Congressman Kevin Rhinesmith. All it contains is a twelve-digit number. “What the fuck?”
“I think I know.” Reaching into her pocket, she plugs in the Canadian’s flash drive, types in the digits, and gasps. “Oh my God, it’s bitcoin. I did not see that on my traitor-bingo card.”
I whistle through my teeth. “Me neither. That’s a hell of a lot of zeros.”
“Jeesh, I never heard of this guy. Who is he?”
I type Rhinesmith’s name into the FBI database and pull her into my lap. “He’s a nobody from the Midwest, pro-peace, and never votes outside party lines.”
“Call him.” She turns, her butt grinds against my fly, and my rod hardens.
“Babe, you’re killing me.” One hot kiss later, I press dial on my soft phone. It takes a bit of effort, but I eventually reach a human being. “This is the FBI. I’d like to speak with the congressman.”
His assistant, who sounds about sixteen, stammers. “I-I’m s-sorry. He’s on a f-fishing trip in A-Alaska.”
“Do you have a number where I can reach him? It’s urgent.”
“N-no. If you leave your number, I’ll see he gets it. He usually checks in once or twice a day.”
Once I hang up, I swivel my chair in the direction of the heavy stomps.
“Oh-oh.” A pale-faced Gwen jumps to standing, and I follow, albeit more slowly.
Fuck me, I’ve run out of time.
Flanked by one crew-cut rookie in front and another in back, my boss strides between the cubes and stops at the office door.
“Dr. McGee, you’re under arrest for attempted murder and you, Agent Wulf, are to hand over your badge and weapon. You’re on temporary leave pending an investigation. I suggest you contact your union representative and find yourself a lawyer. Now, if you would be so kind as to follow me.”
In the interrogation room, I tamp down the anger bubbling inside me. “You’re the one who told me to seduce her. I can’t be held responsible for her actions while I’m undercover, and you know it.”
At the breathy cry outside the open door, I turn, and my heart fucking cracks. My beautiful babe’s eyes widen, her jaw drops, and the tops of her cheeks turn bright red.
Fuck me dead. Stillman set me up? “You bastard.” I may end up in the cell beside her, but I don’t care.
Vaulting over the table, I race to her side. “Gwen, wait. It’s not what you think.”
“Leave me alone. I never want to see you again.” Sobbing, she pushes my chest, and I step back.
One of the two newbies glares at me and apologizes before leading her away.
As I watch the only woman I have ever really loved, led down the hall, my boss holds out his hand. “Your weapon and your badge.”
What reason could he have for messing with me? Then, it dawns on me. The congressman must sit on a critical finance committee. I know those rules.You scratch my back, and I’ll screw this guy over.
The minute I’m escorted from the building, I sit in the parking lot, open my laptop, and type like mad. I need intel fast. Soon, the IT team will lock me out.
After I find what I’m searching for, I call Lucky. Before I can say hello, he starts ranting. “What the fuck, mate? The bloody Feds arrested mah wife. I swear to God, some heads are gonna roll if she’s not back home in time for sup-pah.”
Shit. Things are worse than I thought. “Don’t do anything rash. Ring Patten’s lawyer. What’s his name… Quinn?”
“Yeah. On it. Give me a second to conference him in.” While I wait, I picture Gwen’s horrified face and swallow hard. She may never forgive me, but as God is my witness, I will make this right.
I am such a fucking idiot. I should have known my boss had it in for me. My self-flagellation ends when the on-hold music stops, and the famous attorney speaks. “What trouble are you in now, Lucky?”
“Not me, mate. It’s me missus.” He pauses, and Quinn clears his throat.
