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minor plastic surgery. We've found drastic changes are more expensive and sometime unnecessary, unless the client has a defining feature."
    "Defining feature?" she asked absently.
    "Like those eyes of yours. If we put you into protective relocation, then you'd have to hide those gems behind contact lenses for the rest of your life."
    She flushed, but ignored his words. "So this is what you do?"
    Lukas straightened and pulled his chair back into position. He sank into it with a sigh. "Yes. It started as pro bono defense, and we realized that some men don't let go. That sometimes restraining orders don't fix things."
    "So this is the reason you need the donors?" Kat was sitting stiffly, her spine ramrod straight.
    "Yes. Fast-tracking paperwork, relocation, payments for property, applications for schools, school fees, living expenses. There are a lot of expenses involved in seamless relocation."
    "How long do you look after them?"
    "Just until they're back on their feet. We place them in locations where people we know can keep an eye on their progress from a distance."
    "Oh."
    Lukas laughed. "No, they don't spy on them. We place our clients in towns and schools and jobs where people within our network also live and work. They simply keep an eye on their activities, and if they consider anything unusual, they report to us and we send someone to investigate."
    "Unusual?"
    "Sometimes, as successful as the move is, either the client slips up, or the abuser manages to find them."
    "I thought you said you moved them permanently."
    "Permanently yes, but some of these men are connected and powerful, and they have ways of finding people. Our operation isn't perfect, and admittedly we've had two incidents in which the abuser managed to track down the victim. But both times, we got there in time and managed to move her to safety."
    "I suspect you were more particular about the second move?"
    "We were. The one discovery occurred before we began to use plastic surgery as a facial recognition intervention. The second abuser was a bit more ruthless. He abducted one of our operative's family members. He was forced to give up the information before his wife was freed."
    "Was she?"
    Lukas's eyebrows rose. "No."
    Kat didn't respond to his words, and Lukas understood the look of horror on her face. Fearing for his wife's life, Greg Driscoll had given up the location of the client and sent a video of himself doing it to Lukas's cousin, Marek. Marek and Lukas had commandeered Delta Ops to retrieve her, but she'd been killed even before Greg had given them the information. The man still had nightmares. He'd insisted on remaining on board, citing his current lack of loved ones, which made him immune.
    Kat cleared her throat. "You should've told me."
    "I see that now. And now that I know I can trust you, I'm glad you know. Just be aware that at the moment only you, Alana, Sam, and I know about this."
    "Sam knows?" Kat asked, but Lukas was sure it wasn't a question.
    "Sam's been with us for a year now. We told him after four months."
    Kat lifted a hand and gave a thin smile. "You don't have to justify it to me."
    Lukas smiled. "I just want you to know that our reasons for not telling you the truth had nothing to do with you." Her head jerked in a short, sharp nod. "And I accept that it would have been better had you not wasted hours of your time preparing for cases when we knew we'd end up spiriting the client away."
    Kat shrugged. "I understand that. You'd want the red tape to do its thing, so you don't alert anyone. If we didn't behave as if we were actually fighting the client's case, certain interested parties would begin to ask all the wrong questions."
    "I'm glad you understand." Lukas settled against the back of his chair, relieved. She hadn't stormed out and resigned, so that was a good sign.
    "I do. And mow that I know what's going on, I can be more helpful."
    Lukas smiled and got to his feet. "Right, so we'd better get on with things. If we