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I can handle myself if you have more important duties to attend to.” She hoped he was smart enough to recognize the dismissal. The last thing she wanted was someone, especially him , hovering, watching every move she made.
    Something dark and violent flared in his pale eyes but just as quickly, it was extinguished. The flat, bland expression returned, making her question if she had seen anything at all.
    “Very well, Ms. Sinclair, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. Gazing at her another long moment, he turned, leaving her alone.
    Thankful to be released from that penetrating stare, the uneasiness ebbed away and she could at last concentrate on what she did best. Removing the camera from its case, she walked slowly through the empty room, taking a few beginning shots from various angles. Damn, Seth had been right. The best place to set up would be at the back of the room. Funny how his clever insight annoyed her.
    Seth moved through the house with a speed and a silence that was absolute. He was not a happy man. So much for no surprises. He opened the door and quickly slipped inside the darkened room. Ms. Sinclair was a surprise he had not expected. Young and blond, with long legs, she was a definite improvement over Robert Sutton. And also more observant, he decided, recalling her close scrutiny of everything around her. He briefly wondered what had happened to the other photographer. Probably dead in an alley somewhere. Their Intel team was one of the best. They had scrutinized every aspect of Robert Sutton’s life assuring Seth that the photographer would not be a problem. And that he would be expendable if needed. The intended photographer exited Seth’s mind almost as soon as he had entered. He was of no concern to him now. But Ms. Sinclair, ah now , she was a different matter altogether. Who the hell was she and why was she here?
    The possibilities raced through his head with rapid speed. Her story was feasible. She could really be a replacement for the original photographer. On the other hand, it could all be the act of a well-trained professional. But if that were the case, what was her purpose? The assignment was almost over and everything was going accordingly. At this stage in the mission, it was a little late to send in any reinforcements and besides, Charlie would never send someone else in without informing him first. But then, who was he kidding? Secrecy, deception, and lies were the foundation of the Perfect Order. Even those on the inside were subject to its scrutiny. There was always the possibility that she had been sent from his own organization to check up on him.
    He had been in this game a long time and was starting to grow weary of it, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. The constant lies and deceptions, the blurred lines between good and evil. Recently, he had begun to question which side he was on. And once the questions set in, loyalty began to wane. In his line of work, there could be no questions, only obedience. Everyone had a limit to what they could do before they either quit or went over the edge completely. He was not one to give up but he had no desire to become completely lost either. Though, at times, he had the feeling that he was dangerously close.
    He harbored no illusions that he was entirely on his own on this mission. Operatives worked every angle of this assignment so no base was left uncovered. Other than himself, Ryan Brennen was the closest to the operation. The young British operative posing as Vance’s chauffeur had been brought in only recently, replacing the previous driver. In fact, over the last eleven months, many of Vance’s employees had been effectively persuaded to look for work elsewhere leaving him unknowingly surrounded by several members of The Perfect Order. Some left by persuasive suggestions, others by force. Force was not his preferred method of action but he did whatever was needed to