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wouldn’t.” He grinned, the boyish charm of his dimples fluttering her stomach. “I move too fast for the motion sensors.”
    The pride in his expression made her laugh. “You’d make a great bank robber.”
    He lifted an eyebrow, his lips pursing— dear ever-loving god of panty melting . “Never considered that. Want to be my manager? Live a life of crime and extravagance?”
    “Sign me up. I could use the extravagance.” She motioned for him to sit as she took her spot behind the desk. Ah, she’d always wanted to do that. Being in charge was, well, a charge. He went to the coffeemaker first and poured her a new cup, retrieving creamer and adding sugar before handing it to her, and then knelt to wipe up the spill with a towel from the coffee stand.
    “Thank you.” She eyed him skeptically and took a sip. And then another to convince herself she’d tasted it right the first time. “How’d you know?”
    He touched his nose. “I have skills.” Laughing, he rose and took the chair across the desk from her, somehow managing to seem higher than her. “You take a little coffee with your cream and sugar.”
    “It’s how I stay so sweet.” She’d never noticed a man roll his eyes before. It was adorable.
    His gaze settled on her for a long moment or three, and then he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “You have information on the case?”
    Oh. “Yes. The boy’s name is— was —Jeff Ryan. He was turned under Ander’s authority. Are you familiar with him?”
    “Yes, unfortunately.” He sagged against the back of the chair. “Wow. Ander? Couldn’t make this easy, huh?” His response struck at her Olympic-sized pool of underlying worry.
    “My assistant couldn’t get a response from his people.”
    “Doesn’t surprise me. Ander won’t play with the Trackers so there’s no way he would acknowledge attempts by the VLO.” He pulled a cell phone from his belt and glared at it. “I need Ptolomy or Kade, but I don’t have access to them right now.”
    His agile fingers flipped the phone over and over. She couldn’t turn away from them. Attractive hands, strong, neat, with long, dexterous fingers. They’d be dark against her skin. Snap out of it . She had a murder to avenge, not a bad case of lust to sate.
    “Who else is there?” she asked.
    “Izel maybe, but I doubt he’d listen to even her.”
    “Izel?”
    He glanced up from his thoughts. “She’s our Legion Commander, and I wouldn’t think at her crossly. She could kick my lousy arse into last century.”
    “Really.” Alice leaned forward, bracing her chin in her hand. Now, this was interesting.
    He cocked one fair eyebrow. “Not gonna test the theory, so quit overworking that pretty head of yours.”
    “I’d like to meet this woman. You know, swap trade secrets.”
    He ignored her. “ Immortalis are all about power, who has more. Ander’s near the top of the food chain. Only one other guy I know can get close. Ezra.” With that one name, he hit his speed dial. Within a minute, he’d explained the problem and had an answer. He stood as he clipped the cell phone back to his belt. “Right. Let’s be on our way then.”
    “You did it?” She drew back into her seat.
    “Ye of little faith.” He held that sexy hand to her. “You doubted me? I’m a Tracker, born and bred. Trackers have connections, and I’ve been around long enough to make a lot of ’em.”
    He kept her hand in his all the way down to the lobby, which she didn’t mind on so many levels. The building was straight out of a slasher movie when it was empty. Plus his hand was surprisingly soft. When she saw his sleek, silver Aston Martin convertible parked half on the sidewalk in front of the building, she shot him a glare.
    “Don’t you worry about tickets?”
    He had the nerve to wink at her. “Told you. Connections. I have ways to get rid of those.”
    Her stomach lurched. Of course he’d have ways. Had she forgotten so quickly how indiscriminate he