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challenge. The countenance of a man who had nothing left to lose.
    But he did have something to lose. Eva and her colleagues counted on it.
    “Headquarters.” Suspicion sharpened Dalton’s gaze. “You’re coppers?”
    “Strictly a private organization,” she said. “We operate entirely outside of official channels. No one in the CID or government knows we exist.”
    “Which is precisely how we want it,” Marco added.
    “Mercenaries,” Dalton surmised.
    Eva smiled a little at that. “Of a sort.”
    “So, Rockley hired you to lure me out of Dunmoor.” He snorted. “Couldn’t kill me behind bars, so he finds a way to kill me on the other side of the wall.”
    “We do not work for Rockley,” she insisted, voice tight. The very idea that they would work with someone like the baron filled her with a toxic sickness.
    “Then who do you work for?”
    “A girl. You wouldn’t know her.” She kept her gun pointed at him. He would be waiting for her to drop her guard, but that was not going to happen. “About a month ago, this young woman, whom I’ll call Miss Jones, was mostly wickedly seduced and abandoned. Her reputation was destroyed. Now she and her parents seek restitution, which we will help obtain.”
    “Some gentry mort falls for a line, winds up on her back, and I’m supposed to care?”
    “The ruin of any woman isn’t to be taken lightly.” Simon spoke through gritted teeth. “And she isn’t gentry. Just a merchant’s daughter.”
    “Little difference.” Dalton shrugged. “Girl gets charmed into opening her legs, winds up with a bastard child or nothing at all. And the gent goes about his merry business. Not saying it’s right, but it’s an old story.”
    “This time,” said Eva, “the story will have a different ending.”
    “Cheers if you can make the cove pay.” Cynicism dripped from Dalton’s voice. “But what happened to the girl ain’t my business.”
    “It will be,” she answered.
    He crossed his arms over his chest, and the coarse fabric of his shirt pulled against his muscles. Both Marco and Simon were exceptionally fit men—their work demanded it. But Dalton possessed an animal strength, brutal and uncivilized. Simon, Marco, and her other male colleagues were trained warriors. Dalton was a beast.
    “Love,” he rumbled, “I’ve got the screws hot on my tail. They’ll be here in an hour—”
    “Less,” Marco said.
    Dalton shot Marco a glare before returning his gaze to Eva. His words had been terse and impatient, but the way he stared at her made her think he hadn’t seen a woman in a very long time.
    “So either speak plain or shoot me,” he continued, “’coz I don’t plan on lingering.”
    She drew a breath. “The man who seduced Miss Jones is Lord Rockley.”
    Dalton’s arms uncrossed as if readying for battle. His smirk fell away, replaced by cold, brutal hatred. Even knowing the details of Dalton’s history, she had not fully anticipated seeing such naked enmity, devoid of all pity. A shiver struggled to work its way through her body, but she ruthlessly suppressed it. Dalton was the sort of man to exploit any weakness. She could show none.
    “We’re going to make Rockley pay.” She made certain to keep her voice level, as though the slightest hint of emotion would tip Dalton into crazed fury. “And you, Mr. Dalton, are going to help us. If you do not agree to do so, we’ll keep you here until the warders arrive. Escaping from prison is a serious crime. One that will see you well punished.” She stared coolly at him. “Time is running out, Mr. Dalton. A decision has to be made.”
    For a moment, he did not move, did not speak. Then, “Who the hell are you people?”
    She spoke before Marco or Simon could answer. “Nemesis, Unlimited.”

 
    CHAPTER TWO
    Stay and dance at the whim of this passel of bedlamites, or knock them all out and take his chances on the moors, with the screws closing in. Jack didn’t like either choice. Still, it had