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Chapter Five

Trust no one. Her father had always advised her to be suspicious and, as always, Dad was right. Angelica had been fool enough to accept the pastor and Trudy as the kindly, elderly couple they appeared to be. So wrong!

Frozen in place, she stood in front of the dresser in the upstairs bedroom of the cabin, where every wall was hung with photos and every flat surface held knickknacks. Her gaze stuck on a five-by-seven photograph of a young man in a football uniform. His face and his dark, floppy hair appeared in many other photos scattered around the room.

At first glance, he’d looked familiar, and she wondered if they’d gone to the same school. She’d grown up in this area, and he might be somebody she’d met before or had known. Slowly, she’d circled the room, prowling, taking time to study each photo as the man aged from a skinny kid in baggy shorts to full adulthood. His grin was mischievous, with a twist on the left side. A tiny scar bisected his left eyebrow.

Like a lightbulb snapping to life, her inability to remember vanished. The darkness cleared. She knew him.

This young man was one of the thugs in the van—a kidnapper, a traitor or something worse.

Trudy called out from downstairs. “How are you doing, Angelica? Can I help?”

She moved to the top of the staircase. Her throat was still raw and her voice hoarse. “Changing clothes. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Would you like more lemon tea?”

“No, thank you,” she said politely.

Her thoughts were far less civil. Dear, sweet Trudy might decide to poison her with lemon-scented bleach. Though it seemed impossible that the kindly choir director was involved with thugs and traitors, the dozens of photos were proof. Trudy knew this man, knew him well.

Unfortunately, there was no chance that Angelica was mistaken in her identification. The memory was crystal clear. His face—with the lopsided grin—had peered down at her several times when she was curled up on the floor in the back of the van. He’d rubbed her upper arm as though he wanted to make her warm, but he’d been the one who insisted to the others that they leave her outside, alone in the van, to possibly freeze.

She needed to tell Spence, and he’d have to arrest these two lovely people who had saved her life. Though Angelica had been trained as an agent, she wouldn’t be cool about taking Clarence and Trudy into custody.

Fully dressed and wearing her warm boots, she descended the staircase to find Trudy nestled into a corner of the sofa. Though Angelica had said no, two mugs of tea and a small plate of fragrant banana bread rested on the coffee table.

“Where’s Spence?” Angelica asked.

“He and Clarence went running off to chase a bad guy.”

Angelica gasped. The bad guy was very likely the man pictured in Trudy’s bedroom. And Spence was probably counting on Clarence the Traitor for backup. “I need to find them, right away.”

“You shouldn’t go out,” Trudy said. “We’ve barely got you warmed up. The last thing you need is to go out in the cold again.”

The very thought of snow sent a raft of shivers down her spine, but she couldn’t abandon a man she cared about to an uncertain fate. And she’d never been a quitter. This job was important. “I need a gun.”

“The men took all of their weapons.”

Angelica stalked into the kitchen. Yanking a butcher knife from the chopping block seemed ridiculous. If she managed to get close enough for a knife attack, the bad guy would likely overpower her.

But she couldn’t just sit here. At the very least, she needed to warn Spence. Back in the front room, she zipped her Patagonia jacket that appeared lightweight but was surprisingly toasty. “I’m going.”

“I’m not strong enough to stop you.” Trudy folded her skinny arms below her breasts and sank back on the sofa. “But I wish you’d wait.”

“Until the pastor drags Spence back here by his heels like a field-dressed deer?”

“Whatever are you talking about?”

“I think you know.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

The truth. She pinched her lips together to keep from blurting out accusations. Attacking Trudy wasn’t going to do any good. She needed to help Spence.

On the front porch, the cold sliced through her like a blade, and she was tempted to dash back inside to wait. But the danger to Spence might be real. And she cared about him. More than friends, they had a relationship. If she closed her eyes, even for a few seconds, she felt the imprint of his embrace as he held her against his muscular chest. She remembered the deep rumble of his voice and the wood-and-leather scent of his favorite aftershave.

Looking down from the porch, she saw tracks leading from the front of the cabin toward the church next door, where lights blazed through the stained glass windows. Was she too late? Fearing the pastor and the thug had ganged up on Spence, she leaped from the porch. The snow was as deep as her knees, and she hated getting her jeans wet. But she had to warn Spence.

Slogging clumsily forward through the crisp, icy layers that glistened in the moonlight, she made her way across the front of the house to a clump of aspens and evergreens. The snow-covered boughs provided shelter from the brisk wind that swirled the icy flakes like a kaleidoscope. When she inhaled a deep breath, her lungs wheezed. She exhaled a gush of vapor. The pinpricks of frostbite returned to her toes and fingers.

She saw three men walking from the church. The pastor and Spence flanked a tall guy with floppy hair, the thug. Either he’d fooled Spence into thinking he wasn’t a danger or Spence was on his side. Could he be working with the bad guys? Trust no one. That mantra, that perfect bit of wisdom from her dad, might also apply to Spence.

He’d said they were partners. But did she have proof? Her sensory memories described an exquisite sexual relationship with Spence. But that didn’t make him trustworthy. If she’d been able to recall with utter precision, Angelica was certain that she’d have examples of misunderstandings and mistakes. Every woman did.

Whether Spence was a sleazebag or the straight-and-true man of her dreams, he had come for her. She owed him a rescue. But how? This would have been so much easier if she’d had a gun.

She stepped out from behind the trees and waved her arms over her head. When she called out to Spence, her voice was nothing but a feral growl. When she tried to amp up the volume, her efforts vanished on the wind.

But somehow he heard the harsh sounds she was making. And he responded. Breaking into a jog, he covered the distance between them so quickly that she had to peer around him to see what the pastor and the thug were doing. Just standing there? Neither of the men moved more than a step.

Spence caught hold of her upper arms. “What are you doing outside?”

No time for talk. “Give me your gun.”

“I don’t think so.”

“The guy you’re with.” She choked out the words. “And the pastor, too. They’re traitors. Lock them up.”

“I can explain.”

“He left me to die.” How could she make him understand? “He was one of the men in the van.”

“I’ll explain everything. For now, you’ve got to trust me.”

“No.” Her voice was firm. Her instinct was strong. She didn’t owe an automatic bond of trust to him or anyone else.

“His name is Trevor,” Spence said. “He’s FBI, working undercover. I talked to his handler in Quantico.”

“What?”

“Trevor made sure you were left alone in the van so you could escape. He didn’t know what their next orders would be, and he wanted you out of danger.”

She didn’t understand. “Is he part of Trudy’s family?”

“Her nephew.”

“Why was he with those other men?”

“Undercover,” Spence said. “He’s working undercover.”

He motioned for Clarence and the other man to join them.

Still unsure about whether she should accept this Trevor person as an undercover agent, she narrowed her gaze. It seemed awfully coincidental that Trevor and his bad guy cronies had landed near Aunt Trudy’s house.

Trevor reached toward her for a handshake. “I’m sorry, Angelica.”

She held back, not ready to be friends, not willing to let bygones be. She forced her voice to an almost-normal level. “Why did you choose the cabin with the green door?”

“You’re going to make me work for this apology.” He flashed the lopsided grin that some people might call charming. “Can we walk toward the house while I talk?”

“Not yet,” she said.

“Okay, here’s what happened. I was contacted by one of the bad guys, Lex Heller.”

“A computer programmer,” Spence said. “He’s on our short list of suspects.”

“He wanted me and the three other guys—Larry, Moe and Curly Joe—to take care of you.” He flashed another smile, clearly his best feature. “When I say ‘take care of,’ I mean exactly that. We were instructed to keep you from harm. To hold you in a safe place until he contacted us.”

So far, he was making sense. “Continue.”

“I could see you were waking up and wanted you to have a fair chance to escape. So, I suggested the cabin near Uncle Clarence’s place, and I called him to warn him.”

“Which is why I never called 911,” Clarence said. “I couldn’t very well have the sheriff show up and take Trevor into custody.”

“You lied to me,” she said.

“And I’m sorry.”

“What if I’d been more seriously injured?” she asked.

“I would have called an ambulance. I’d never put your life at risk,” Clarence said. His blue eyes were intense. His beard puckered around his mouth. “You believe me, don’t you?”

She did. “You’re not a bad person, Pastor. And I understand why you didn’t want to betray your nephew.”

“Am I forgiven?” Trevor asked.

She grabbed his glove and gave a firm shake. “For now.”

* * *

SPENCE SCOOPED ANGELICA off her feet and started to carry her toward the cabin. He liked her nearness, the intimacy and the way she felt in his arms. She was firm but not hard. No six-pack abs. No buns of steel. Her body had a feminine softness, a gift of nature that could never be achieved in a gym.

“Put me down.” She lightly punched him on the chin. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Keeping you from getting your feet wet.”

She stuck her legs straight out. “I have my good boots, thanks to you.”

“We’re almost there.” He strode forward toward the cabin. Nuzzling her earlobe, he whispered, “I’m just trying to pay you back.”

“I missed something.” Her lips were inches from his. Her poor, tired eyes were bloodshot. Her skin was reddened and chapped. But she was still beautiful. She croaked, “You owe me?”

“In spite of frostbite, you charged out into the cold to save me.”

“I should have been armed.”

“I’m glad you weren’t.”

“Why?”

“If you’d gotten your paws on a gun, Trevor would have paid the consequences.”

“Not if he followed my orders.”

She didn’t look anywhere near as dangerous as she actually was. Angelica qualified as a sharpshooter in pistol and in rifle, which meant her accuracy was over 90 percent. Her hand-to-hand combat skills weren’t as good, and Spence was grateful for that. He didn’t have to endure a Vulcan death grip every time she got riled.

As they approached the porch at the front of the cabin, she said, “It’s hard for me to be authoritative when you’re carrying me, but I have a few demands.”

He climbed onto the porch and allowed her legs to swing down. “Shoot.”

“Whenever possible, I need to be carrying a weapon.”

He agreed. “If you’d been armed last night, do you think you could have gotten away from the kidnappers?”

“Don’t know,” she muttered. “Can’t remember what happened.”

“I’m with you on this. We’ll have to figure out some way for both of us to carry firearms while we’re inside the NORAD complex. It’s a weapons-free zone.”

“You’re the superspy. You’ll come up with something.” She tapped him in the center of his chest with her forefinger. “My next demand is that you treat me like any other partner. No hugging, no carrying, no kissing...unless we’re alone...and I give consent.”

“That road goes both ways,” he said with a grin. “So don’t be rubbing up against me or making kissy faces.”

“Oh, please, I don’t do that.”

“We’ll see.”

Clarence and Trevor clomped onto the porch beside them. Trevor handed her an unexpected gift.

“Your cell phone,” he said.

“A thousand thanks. I never thought I’d see this again.”

“It was with you when we picked you up. Don’t worry, it’s untraceable. I’ve already removed the batteries, sim card and GPS.”

Spence suspected the bad guys were still tracking her, using something like his own little implanted device. Modern electronics were too tempting. Sooner or later, everyone would be wearing an array of chips for location and scanners for making payments. They’d all be blips on a giant blue screen, and there would be no need for humans at all.

Clarence opened the front door, and Trudy joyfully greeted her nephew, rushing him toward the kitchen, where she had cookies and muffins. Spence’s stomach growled. When was the last time he ate? He closed the door against the cold.

Quietly, Angelica said, “My last demand is the most important. I will go to the hospital with you for tests, but I will not stay. And you’re taking me with you when you talk to Lex Heller.”

“Why?”

“The obvious reason,” she said, “is that Lex is a computer guy. We speak the same language. Also, when he comes face-to-face with me, he’ll see that his kidnapping scheme didn’t slow me down.”

“He might have been the one to give the orders to Trevor and his mates, but I doubt Lex hatched this scheme.”

“Why not?”

As soon as he figured out that she’d been abducted, he’d been turning the event around in his head, examining the strategy. The reason for taking her was linear and simple: they wanted to find out how much she knew and to assess her level of expertise.

He wished she could remember what she’d told them or showed them. Though he wanted to believe she was clever enough to point them in a wrong direction, Angelica had been drugged and couldn’t help telling the truth.

The big questions came at the end. Why had they bothered with induced amnesia? Why take that risk?

“Spence?” She gave him an adorable scowl. “It worries me when you think so hard. What’s on your mind?”

“They erased your memory instead of using the more expedient solution to ensure your silence.”