Hunting Her (The Keeping Her #6) Read Online Free

them
the password.  "You will have no luck tracing it, believe me I
tried."
    Logan
grabbed the man by the collar of his fat neck and moved him away from the desk
and out of reach of his mate who calmly went to the computer and clicked it
on.  Not that he expected the man to put up a fight.  There was a reason the
Russian had stayed alive and in power as long as he had.  Contrary to his
actions in taking on Logan, he was not normally a stupid man. 
    The man
went where Logan led him. Not that he had a choice.  The Russian might have a
hundred pounds on him, but none of that was muscle.
    Where he
stood towering over the squat Russian they both had a view of Xena leaning over
the computer.  The man tilted his head, his bulbous eyes glued to his mate’s
ass.
    "I
must say the description did not do you justice."
    With his
grip on the Russians’ neck Logan flicked his wrist and sent the three hundred
pound fat man crashing into the wall behind them.  He hit with a visible shudder,
his head cracking before he crumbled to the ground in a blubbery mass.
    Logan
turned back to his mate at the computer to find she was eying him with an
incredulous brow.
    He was
not about to explain that he did not like the way the man looked at her ass. 
"Did you find the e-mail?"
    "Luckily
I did, since you just cracked the skull of the only man who was left to give us
further information."
    He
shrugged his broad shoulders, dismissing the question in her eyes.  "I
have an IT guy who can work miracles."
    "I
know who you mean," she said before he could say anything more. 
"What makes you think I need help?"
    Logan
stepped closer, and she stood to her full five feet five inch height, a good
three inches he would guess from the heels.  "If someone sent word you
were coming here, not sure it's a good idea to send it to your own
people."
    She
seemed to think on that, then she breathed out a long breath and turned away,
just enough to make it clear her next words were for someone else. 
"Jeff.  Still listening?"
    "Yes,"
his one word answer was full of his own unhappy thoughts on the present circumstances. 
    "No
mention of anyone else in the e-mail,” she told him.
    "So
you were targeted," Jeff murmured grimly.
     "So
it would seem."  Watching her reaction Logan saw her come to a decision. 
"I'm going off grid."
    "You
need to come in," Jeff said firmly, by way of answer.  "We protect
our own."
    She
chuckled.  "I'm not in your organization remember, and mine works a bit
differently."  Before he could argue, she grimaced and looked aside at
Jiri.  "You can report this line of Intel has been cut.  I don't suppose
you found anything that leads on?"
    "No,"
was the grim answer.  "From what I gathered Kral was the middle man who
asked no questions about what he was transporting or why.  Strictly
carry."
    Logan
watched Xena curse and then glare her eyes from the dead Russian to him. 
"Make the report to your people. I’ll deal with mine."
    There
was a long silence before Jeff spoke again.  "Will you be safe with
him?"
    Xena
looked into Logan’s eyes and smiled, a blatant challenge he was going to answer
at the first opportunity.  "I can handle myself."
    "Right."
 The man, Jeff, had a slightly off tone to his voice that said he was well
aware of that fact, and the memory of how he knew it was not altogether
pleasant.
    Xena
still held Logan’s eyes while she reached to her right ear and extracted a
small device and clear wire.  She dropped it to the ground and crushed it
beneath the red sole of her sexy shoe.
    "This
is not the first time information has been compromised?" Logan asked now
that he was sure no one could hear them.
    She
ignored his question and asked her own.
    "You
think your friend could follow this trail?"  She picked up the e-mail she
had copied from the printer behind the desk and walked back to the computer,
motioning him to do what he needed to do.
    He let
her have that play.  It was a bad idea to stand around talking