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Somehow. She wasn’t that stupid, that gullible. This FBI guy was lying, trying to rattle her just like they did on TV. She reached for the phone again and Patterson snapped his fingers. One of the other men, she didn’t know which was which, handed him an envelope. He opened it and dumped the contents on her desk. Photos. Taken with a long-range lens. There was Alejandro, in a white tux, arms around a stunning blonde wearing a wedding dress that must have cost thousands. There were other pictures. Cutting a four-foot-tall cake, mingling with guests in formal attire.
    She forced herself to stay calm. “Nice try. I may have my head buried in corporate ledgers but even I’ve heard of Photoshop. I’ve been working with Alejandro for over a year and he never mentioned a fiancée.”
    Patterson’s voice was pitched low. “Yes, we’re aware of just how closely you worked . But I wouldn’t expect him to discuss his wedding plans in Colombia with the woman he was setting up to take the fall here in Miami. Tell me, was the fucking you got worth the fucking you’re gonna get?”
    Kyra’s eyes flashed with anger. “How dare you? Get out of my office right now!”
    “Okay. We’ll play it your way. See you soon.”
    Patterson sauntered out of the office without a backward glance, followed by the other two who still had never said a word. He left the photos scattered around on her desk.
    Kyra closed her eyes and willed herself not to throw up all over them. The situation she was in was her own damn fault. She’d turned a blind eye to that feeling in her gut, the one that left her uneasy at times. She and Alejandro had shared some great times. He had taken her salsa dancing in the hot Miami clubs, they’d spent an occasional weekend on his boat, cruising the Intracoastal down to the Keys, and he’d been generous to a fault and seemed disappointed when she’d turned down his offer to pay off her condo.
    Thinking back now, she had to admit he’d never really confided in her. He was often evasive when she asked questions, but she’d chalked that up to a typical male’s reluctance to share his feelings. She’d been too wrapped up in her own issues to give it much concern, grieving the loss of her parents who died not long after she and Alejandro became involved. They were celebrating their thirty-fifth anniversary with dinner at a South Beach restaurant. On their way home, a drunken businessman who just closed a huge deal with a major corporate client slammed into their little Mazda. He was driving a big Yukon and walked away without a scratch. Even worse, he’d had the money to hire a crack legal defense team and they’d managed to convince the jury that her father had somehow been at fault.
    Alejandro had been there for her through it all, supportive, giving her a shoulder to cry on when she was hit by a wave of grief. Even so, she hadn’t expected a happily-ever-after with him. He was too interested in having a good time, not serious enough about his career or his future for her to consider him as a lifetime partner. But she never expected to be set up to take the blame for his massive fraud, ripping off influential clients to the tune of millions.
    Kyra steeled herself, put all the useless reminiscing out of her head, and got back to business. She asked her secretary to hold all calls and began contacting law firms. Everyone seemed to be out to lunch already, or at a meeting. Legal assistants listened gravely to the few details she felt comfortable sharing and promised that she’d get a call back ASAP.
    She was staring out the window, her mind thankfully blank for a moment, when she heard a soft knock at the door. Without waiting for a response, the door opened and Agent Patterson—or rather Special Agent in Charge Patterson, she reminded herself—peeked in at her.
    His smile was warm, disarming. “Forgive me for intruding,” he said. “I’m all alone this time. May I speak with you privately for a few