Allison’s frown deepened.
When Becs was close enough, she dropped the facade.“That was a joke.I’m not sure if you remember me.Rebecca.I go by Becs.We worked on the task force together.”
Allison shook her head.“I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.”
“I’m pretty sure I don’t.You’re Allison Bogart, an FBI agent working for Martin Calloway.”
There was a minuscule shift of the muscles over her left eyebrow that gave her away, but Allison attempted to play dumb.“I don’t know who that is.”
“But I’m sure you know Brantley Walker and Reese Tavoularis.”
Allison’s eyes shifted to something over Becs’s shoulder.“I’m sorry.I’ve got to go.”
Watching as Allison turned to walk away, Becs saw everything they’d worked for go right down the drain.
“No, wait,” she said, grabbing Allison’s wrist so she couldn’t leave.“We need to talk.”
“Let me go,” Allison hissed, jerking out of her grip.“You’ve got me confused with someone else.”
Becs was preparing her argument when Allison turned on her heel and raced off.
At that moment, Evan appeared at her side, watching as the woman they’d been looking for darted between cars.A moment later, she backed out of a parking space in a black, four-door sedan that looked like something the FBI would drive.
“Did you talk to her?”
“She kept sayin’ I’d confused her with someone else.”She looked at Evan.“Thatisher, right?”
“Yeah.That’s her.”
Becs pursed her lips, staring after the car as it left the parking lot.
“What is it?”Evan asked.
She looked at him.“I guess I was expecting someone a little less … scared.”
“Scared?”
Becs nodded.“Yeah.I’d go so far as to say that woman was terrified.”
“Of what?”
“That’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question.”
Evan chuckled.“You are far too young to remember that show.”
Smiling for the first time since he kissed her, Becs looked up at Evan.“You’re right.I am.But are you?”
“Old man jokes.Nice.”
She thought so.
