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looking for ways to infiltrate Charlie Squad. The guy most likely wasn’t after you. No big deal. We’ll get out of here as soon as you put that gun down.”
    She ignored the suggestion. “What happened to you on the mountain?” she asked cautiously.
    He shrugged. “A blackout or something.”
    “What caused it?”
    “I have no idea,” he answered. “I was hoping you could tell me.” His gaze was steady and unafraid as he watched her. Like a man who’d had a gun pointed at him before. A lot.
    “Well, I certainly don’t know why you blacked out!” she retorted. She needed him operating at full strength if he was going to protect her from Eduardo’s goons. The only other person she knew who might have the skill to keep her safe was Charlie Squad’s commander, Colonel Folly. But the way she heard it, he’d been seriously injured the last time he came to Gavarone—the tiny South American country that was her home—and tangled with her father. Folly was outof the field for good. Eduardo had gloated about his victory for weeks.
    Besides. Charlie Squad, as a team, was compromised. She was the banker who cut the cashier’s checks for the informant inside the team. She dared not risk being recognized and reported to her father. Eduardo would go nuts if he found out she’d handed herself—and everything she knew—over to his worst enemy.
    The mole was probably someone innocuous on Charlie Squad’s support staff, someone who’d slipped in beneath the radar. Hence the call to Dutch’s private phone and the meeting far from the rest of the team. There was no way one of the actual team members had turned. These guys were fanatics. Committed to truth, justice and the American way to the death. Besides, the payments to the mole were too small to impress a guy like Dutch, who made officer’s pay. The amounts were downright modest by comparison to some of the bribes her father dished out to government officials around the world.
    Dutch startled her with a question of his own. “Why were those men chasing you? Who are they?”
    Odds were they were her father’s men. Of course, there was an outside chance the FBI had spotted her coming into the country a couple of weeks ago and hoped to arrest her and make her sing against her father. Not that it really mattered whether the men were FBI or hired thugs. Daddy dearest had the FBI in his back pocket, too.
    She shrugged. “Probably my father’s men.” She ducked his other question about why they were after her.
    His eyebrows shot up. “Your old man is trying to capture you? Maybe you do have something interesting to tell me, after all.”
    She didn’t walk through the giant opening he’d just givenher. Now that she was faced with him and his seething hatred for her, serious doubts about her plan were erupting like Mount Vesuvius. She chewed her lower lip anxiously.
    He leaned back against the sofa and propped an elbow across one bent knee. Man, he was a cool customer. “So. What are you going to do now? Shoot me? Tie me up?”
    “I’m not sure,” she admitted in the face of his steel-nerved composure. “I want you to stay over there, out of reach.”
    “All right,” he agreed readily.
    What was she going to do now? The idea was to forge an alliance. She’d certainly feel safer offering her deal if he was tied up. If her father’s rants about Charlie Squad were accurate, Dutch was capable of breathtaking violence in the blink of an eye. Of course, tying him up meant she might tick him off more than he already was.
    “Would you mind if I tied you up?” she asked hesitantly.
    He blinked, but didn’t miss a beat. “Can’t say as I’m crazy about the idea, but if it would get you to talk, I suppose I’m game.”
    It was her turn to blink. What was the catch? She jumped as he began to stand up and she raised the pistol with both hands.
    “Honey, would you mind taking your finger off the trigger?” he asked casually. “The safety’s off and that