The intercom on Peter’s desk cranked to life, David’s voice interrupting his studying.
“Mr. Tank?”
“Yes, David?”
“There’s a pair of FBI agents in the lobby asking to see you. Should I have the front desk send them up?”
“Alphas?” Peter asked.
“Yes, sir,” David said.
Peter felt his hackles rise. He couldn’t suppress the instinct that any investigation into him or his company was as good as a challenge, but if he actually attacked one of the agents he would be in deep shit, unless he could prove it was provoked.
“Send them up,” Peter said, taking a calming breath. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.
“Mr. Tank? Agents Burr and Jones are here to see you,” David said, opening the door and letting two alphas in. Peter sized them up as David closed the door behind them.
“What can I do for you, gentlemen?” Peter asked, his body relaxed and his gaze intent. The two agents were dominant, butnothing like him. Agent Burr was older, maybe late forties, while Agent Jones couldn’t be more than thirty.
Agent Jones looked nervous, his shoulders tense and his expression forced, but Agent Burr looked perfectly relaxed.
“Mr. Tank, do you mind if we ask you some questions?” Burr asked, pulling out a notebook. Peter shrugged one shoulder and gave his head a shake.
“Not at all, ask away.”
Agent Jones cleared his throat and drew a breath like he was going to speak, but his senior partner cut him off.
“Are you aware that several members of Biotech Universal’s executive team were recently taken hostage and beaten to within an inch of their lives?”
Peter resisted the impulse to smile. “I did not know that, no,” he said, lying through his teeth.
In fact, Peter had taken great pleasure in watching the video feed of his team teaching the greedy executives a lesson on the importance of respecting proprietary information. His only regret was that he hadn’t been there to take part in the fun.
“So you deny that your firm arranged the kidnappings and assaults on behalf of Novotech Pharmaceuticals?”
The question was asked calmly and without any challenge, and Peter had to respect the alpha’s skill. It couldn’t be easy to walk into the office of an alpha like Peter and accuse him of criminal activity.
“I do,” Peter said, looking over at the younger alpha when he drew a sharp, indignant breath. “Is there something wrong, Agent Jones?”
“No, Mr. Tank. Agent Jones is just a little excitable,” Burr said, shooting his partner a warning glance. Jones looked furious and humiliated, but he didn’t say anything.
“Is there a reason you think my firm was implicated in this attack?” Peter asked, letting just a hint of warning creep into his voice. He knew that none of his guys had talked, and they had covered their tracks well. Someone at Novotech might have ratted them out, but Peter had never spelled out exactly what sort of lesson they were going to teach.
“We have our sources,” Agent Jones said, his tone superior. Peter let his mouth split into a slow grin.
“You do, do you?” he asked, licking his lips. Agent Jones was young and attractive, and if Peter weren’t seeing Chad he would have delighted in taking the haughty alpha into his bed.
“Yes.” Jones didn’t say anything more, crossing his arms and glaring at Peter.
He was lucky he had a badge, or Peter would have torn him apart for looking at him like that.
“I doubt that.” Peter’s voice held an edge of menace.
“Well, that was all we wanted to ask. Thank you for your time, Mr. Tank.”
“That’s quite all right. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”
Agent Jones wrinkled his nose at that, but he didn’t comment. The two alphas took their leave, and Peter was left feeling confused.
