A note. Fuck. Where in the world had he gone? With his anticipated stops in Belgium and London after this trip, she had no idea where he could be. She’d leave that to her stateside partner to find out. “That’s all right, sugar. I’ll just surprise him.” She blew the blond a kiss. “You are such a doll.”
She walked away before he had an opportunity to ask her out, which she had a feeling was on the tip of his tongue. She walked outside, shoving on her sunglasses and yanking her burner phone from her oversized purse. Two minutes later she found a secure enough location, one without prying ears. This was one call she’d risk out in the open.
The phone rang five times before there was an answer.
“Hell-lo,” the gravelly voice managed to spit out.
“David. Wake up.” David Camden had been her partner for long enough that she trusted him without question. He put up with her quirks and she put up with his stupidity.
“Sophia? Do you know the fuck what time it is?”
“Early or late depending. I need your help.”
“You always do.”
She rolled her eyes. “Our boy is missing.”
“What do you mean missing?” Now he was wide awake.
“Didn’t show up as scheduled.”
“Director Montgomery is going to be pissed.”
She lifted her middle finger, laughing at her instant reaction. “Tell me something I don’t know. What other interests does this guy have?”
“Don’t you know?” David snarked.
“BDSM. Right? He has some thing for BDSM clubs.” The thought made her shudder, a reminder of Pierre’s words, his dominating actions.
The fact he’d shackled her to the bed.
Oh, no. She wasn’t going down this road.
“Yeah.” Snickering, her partner was far too amused for her liking. “I’ll send you some locations of various BDSM clubs in town. Maybe he’s staying with some chick. Who knows with these wealthy businessmen. However, I don’t know if you should go alone. Foreign country and all. Beautiful woman. You might end up on a slave ship heading for some third world country.”
“Very funny,” she chided, hearing his laughter.
“I’m not entirely kidding. I know an agent who’s been working on a nasty slave trade operation. You’re alone, which still pisses me off.”
“Yeah, well, this was supposed to be one night; securing Mr. Wallace then a return trip.”
“Then you lost him.”
Another round of laughter. She was going to kick his ass when she returned. “Fuck you, David.”
“That’s what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night. Just see if you can find a group of women to go with. That’s all I’m suggesting.”
She exhaled, a prickly sensation rocking down the back of her legs. She turned in a full circle, trying to find the source but could swear she was being watched. “That’s fine. Also, find out if his business trip took a different path and call me.” The face was unforgettable, the body mouthwatering.
“O-kay. I can do that.”
Pierre stood off in the distance, his hands in his pockets. He was staring at her intently. “There is an officer here by the name of Pierre Renier. Find out everything you can about him. I have a feeling he’s not who he purports himself to be. A picture would be good.”
“Jesus Christ. Can’t you?—”
She ended the call before he finished the sentence, taking a deep breath as Pierre walked toward her, the biggest shit-eating grin she’d ever seen on anyone’s face. She’d learned to trust her instinct from day one on the job. She wasn’t going to stop now.
“I hear you missed me,” he said, lifting his sunglasses and whistling as he dropped his gaze far too slowly. “Woo-we. You are truly gorgeous.”
