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the start.
It was in every sensual move she made, the subtle innuendo and veiled meaning
in how she phrased things. And soon as he’d gotten her alone, the potency of
her innate eroticism had blown him away.
    “Suspect’s almost to the doors. Ten feet,
eight…”
    Rawlins’ countdown echoed in Micah’s
earpiece, the security guard’s voice cutting through his wayward thoughts. He
had to stop thinking about her. Stop fantasizing and replaying every sizzling
moment in his mind.
    “Five, four—”
    “Hang on,” Simpson interrupted. “Suspect is
stopping.”
    Damn it! Get your fucking head on
straight and in the game before you fuck this up!
    “What’s happening?” Micah spoke into the
microphone concealed by the cuff of his shirtsleeve.
    “He’s set down the package,” Rawlins
informed. “Hand’s in his pocket. He’s pulling out—”
    “It’s a cell phone.” This from Gardner in
the security room. “Locking on to the signal. Give me a sec.”
    After a few tense minutes and several
electronic clicks, the ongoing conversation echoed over their com link.
    “Stop boring me with the details of your
job and answer the question. Do you have it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. A black SUV will meet you at the
entrance to the parking garage.”
    “What about the money?”
    “Once you hand over the formula, the funds
will be transferred to your account. We’ve already been over this. Stop
stalling.”
    “Fine.”
    As the conversation ended, Rawlins resumed
his countdown. Micah forced his wayward thoughts to the back of his mind and
watched for the suspect from across the courtyard. Industrial security didn’t
offer the same thrill for him as serving a decade of covert ops in the Army
had, but he enjoyed his work. Scientific research was a highly competitive
field full of spies who would bribe, coerce and steal in order to gain an
advantage.
    Case in point, the weasel was willing to
sell his employer’s new technology. A look at his financial records spoke
volumes. His wife’s lavish spending habits had gotten them deep in debt. Now he
risked his career and even his life for money. Micah had no sympathy for the
idiot.
    What did bother him about the whole thing
was the weasel in question had been in daily contact with Dr. Rebecca
Southerby. And the organization was in the process of courting her for a
top-secret project. Not even Micah knew details of what her job would involve.
    He didn’t want to believe the sweet and
demure woman he’d shared a night with could be wrapped up in theft. The sad
truth was she appeared to be in this mess up right up to those big green eyes.
    “Suspect is on the move. He’s cleared the
doors.”
    “I’ve got him,” Micah said. “Move in.”
    Either the weasel sensed the impending
danger or something tipped him off. Whatever the reason, he started to run.
    “Suspect’s gone rabbit.” Micah began
issuing orders rapid-fire, while racing after the target. “Donovan and Moore,
seal off all exits. Hendry, isolate all known associates. Don’t lose him,
Gardner.”
    “Got him, boss,” Gardner replied. “Pick-up
vehicle has rolled up to the southwest gate.”
    “I’m on the suspect. The rest of you
converge on the garage. I want whoever is in that vehicle. Lethal force is not authorized. Take ‘em down, but make sure they’ll still be able to answer
questions.”
    Taser in hand, Micah hurtled decorative
planters and dodged employees outside enjoying their lunch breaks. He had no
trouble closing in on the suspect, a pasty, out-of-shape researcher who spent
most of his time working with his mind while neglecting his body.
    Seeing the team converge on the SUV, the
suspect turned and headed toward the nearby forest surrounding the facility,
probably hoping to lose his pursuers in the dense foliage. There wasn’t a
chance in hell of Micah letting that happen.
    “He’s headed for the trees.”
    And Micah was the only one close. Putting
on a burst of speed fueled by the