A Forever Kind of Hero by Ferrarella Marie

Author:Ferrarella, Marie
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

There was an end to his patience, and Garrett felt that he had reached it three minutes ago. Glaring at Megan, he threw open the front passenger door. “Get in the front seat, Megan.”

She sat just where she was, holding her ground. Her face was maddeningly impassive as she looked at him. “You can’t order me around.”

“Get in the front seat, Megan,” Garrett growled again, then tacked on “please” when she still made no effort to move.

“Better,” she murmured with a nod, then got in the front.

He slammed the door, then rounded the hood to his side. “Don’t push it,” he warned under his breath.

Getting in, he spared only a cursory glance around before he drove the car in reverse, coming out the opposite end of the side street.

“How did you get here?” he wanted to know. “I found your blasted transponder.”

Wary of a second plant that she might have conveniently neglected to mention, Garrett had checked the car over thoroughly inside and out before continuing on to Palm Springs. There hadn’t been anything. She was a small-time private investigator, tied to a three-man agency. How did she come up with the same information that took a good deal of the DEA workforce to gain?

The leap from the house in Scottsdale to Palm Springs was a large one. Even larger was the one to locating a man he only knew as Skinny Jake. Was there a leak in the department that hadn’t been plugged yet?

Megan took her time in answering. Though the situation was dire, she had to admit that she did enjoy pitting her mind against his. If she gave it any thought, Megan couldn’t remember when she’d enjoyed a challenge more.

“I went back to the hillside house,” she said simply. “Got there just before your people did.”

It had been tricky, getting out again without being noticed. There had been at least twenty DEA agents swarming the area, all easily identifiable by the insignias on the backs of their jackets.

“The department has nice taste in jackets, by the way,” she added before he had a chance to deny their presence. If he wanted to play games, that was fine with her. As long as she won.

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Some things in life, she thought, like the man sitting next to her, were complicated beyond understanding. Others were exceedingly simple. This had been simple.

Megan smiled at Garrett, unable to resist looking smug. “I pressed the redial button on the telephone in the kitchen. It had an LCD screen. I copied down the number.”

The pleasure she derived from seeing Wichita’s mouth drop open was incredible. Turning in her seat, she glanced at the painfully thin man sitting behind her. “I traced the number through a reverse phone book. It identified the party’s name and led me right to him. After that, I caught a commuter flight.”

Surprise immediately melted into concern. Garrett smelled a double-cross. Pulling the car sharply into a nursery parking lot, he turned around to look at the informant’s weather-beaten face.

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