Deep brown eyes, almost black, framed by dark lashes that made his stare feel impossible to escape.
From somewhere in the building came the echo of voices.
He twitched his head. “This way.”
As composed as possible, she followed him to a room with screens and an enormous conference table.
Her first thought was that the men were all huge—not only muscled but chiseled from granite like the one who brought her here.
A tall man standing in front of the wall monitor fixed her in his stare. “My name is Constantine. I’m in charge here. You can call me Con.”
She dipped her head in acknowledgement and opened her mouth to introduce herself, then she spotted a familiar face at the table. “Oh. Hi, Opal.”
The black-haired woman smiled. “Hi, Ellory.”
The air was sucked out of the room.
“You know her?” Con asked.
“Ellory has high clearances. She’s good. You can speak freely,” Opal responded.
The men traded looks, and Ellory experienced that same prickle that meant someone was staring at her. When she looked up, the man who brought her here was watching her without pause, a crease between his black brows.
“So it was a waste of time putting a hood over her head,” he said without looking away.
Con gestured for her to sit.
She sank to the nearest chair and crossed her legs. “My name is Ellory Carmichael, and I know why you brought me here.”
Again, silence. Everyone clearly wanted to know why she was brought here, but no one was willing to speak up. Opal leaned over to whisper something to the beast of a man beside her.
A chair grated across the floor and the guy who brought her to the base dropped into it, his gaze direct. “I think we’d all like to know what’s going on.”
Con cleared his throat. “Ms. Carmichael is here to assist us. She is privy to information about Cipher.”
She wiggled in her seat to get more comfortable. This would be fun. “Daniel Sheen.”
Total silence met her use of the terrorist’s real name.
The black-eyed man’s eyes flickered over her face. “You said you’re an accountant?”
“No. I’m The Accountant. And you are?”
The crease between his brows deepened. “Special Operative Angelo Ash.”
“Pleasure,” she breezed out, using all the manners her momma taught her, before getting down to business. “I can provide insights into Daniel Sheen’s life. What do you want to know?”
Con appeared amused. “Whatever you can share with us will be welcome, Ms. Carmichael.”
“Ellory.” She flattened her hand on the table. “Daniel likes to order Chinese food on Sundays. There’s alongreceipt trail to restaurants all over the world.” She slipped her gaze around the table, past Opal, who gave her a nod of encouragement, then finally landed on Ash again. Special Operative Angelo Ash.
She pulled in a breath and went on. “He’s a bit of a philanthropist too. He supported Doctors Without Borders and even funded an entire new medical center in the South.” She was getting warmed up now. “He bought thirteen new properties in the course of three years. He even bought a blow-up doll once…”
Dead silence. She swore she heard birds chirping outside the mansion.
She directed her attention to Con again but her gaze was once again pulled back to the one man staring at her like she was an endangered species in the local zoo.
“Daniel has payments moving out of his accounts to various organizations. Some we know are linked to purchases of explosives or people who build computers.”
