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moment she realized he was also watching Diana Traynor, she’d run a full background check. The man had held every job imaginable and had ended up a lawyer in a firm that represented ZAEL.
    A coincidence? Amber didn’t think so. Finn was watching Traynor too closely. With most men, she’d simply assume that the interest was borne of testosterone. With Finn, though…
    With Finn there were too many coincidences, and his persistent proximity was unnerving. She didn’t know what he was up to, if anything. But she damn sure intended to find out.
    Brandon headed back from the kitchen, a beer in each hand. “Anything new on your neighbor?”
    â€œI was just thinking about him,” she admitted. “There’s more to Phineus Teague than meets the eye.”
    â€œI’ll buy that,” Brandon said. He tossed her a beer, and she caught it one-handed. “But who does he work for? Chances are, we’d know if he was a Company man. N.S.C.?”
    Amber shrugged. “Maybe. Could be a freelancer. That would explain the odd array of jobs.”
    â€œOdd is right,” Brandon said. “Everything from ski bum to short-order cook to computer hacker.”
    â€œThe hacking put him on the FBI’s watch list,” Amber said. But that had been years ago. All the computer stuff Finn had done recently was apparently legit—programming, game design, stuff like that. “Think he’s a plant?” she asked. They’d run across that before—an operative with a manufactured background planted so deep even Unit 7’s resources couldn’t break the agent’s cover.
    â€œCould be,” Brandon said. “Or maybe he’s just a computer-hacking, downhill-skiing civilian with a severe case of lust.”
    Amber laughed. “In that case, he’s in over his head.”
    â€œHell,” Brandon said, “even if he is an operative, he’s in over his head. The man’s green. It took you what, less than a day to make him?”
    â€œAbout that.”
    â€œChances are Diana’s made him, too.”
    â€œI know,” she said. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to end up as fish food.” A shame, actually. The man was exceptionally good-looking. She might have forsworn relationships, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a well-built man—and she certainly knew what to do with one.
    â€œThere are too many questions out there,” she continued, thinking aloud. “Teague’s law firm represents ZAEL. Diana Traynor’s been hanging around one of ZAEL’s data processors. Finn moved in across the courtyard from Traynor. And when he’s home, he keeps a pretty close eye on her.” She popped the top on her beer. “That must add up to something.”
    The corner of Brandon’s mouth twitched. “Seems like you know an awful lot about Mr. Teague’s habits.”
    â€œThe man’s got his eye on my quarry. Damn straight I’m going to watch him.” Was it her fault the view was nice? “As a matter of fact, I’m planning on doing a bit more than watch.”
    Brandon’s eyebrows raised. “Oh?”
    â€œTeague’s an unknown quantity, and I don’t like unknowns. Too messy. Is he friend or enemy? We need to know whom he works for. Hell, we need to know if he works for anyone at all.”
    â€œAnd how do you propose to find that out?” Brandon asked, amusement lacing his voice. “Hidden cameras? Listening devices? A hypodermic filled with truth serum?”
    â€œLast resorts,” she said, meeting his smile. “First, I’m going to simply get close to Mr. Phineus Teague.”

Two
    A mber paused outside the briefing room for Unit 7’s Los Angeles field office. The steel door was closed tight, as usual, and she stepped automatically to the left, taking off her sunglasses as she moved.
    â€œIdentify.” A