had all the earmarks of an expensive whirlwind romance with New York's most exclusive tickets and restaurant reservations, until work called Renata back to the other side of the Atlantic.
Selena didn't bother with the light switch in the bedroom. When her cousin was home safe, they could figure out the billing issues.
She passed the dresser with the jewelry chest front and center, focused instead on the tall wardrobe. Renata had a method to the madness of her extensive jewelry collection. Anything of real value she kept in velvet boxes in a false bottom of her lingerie drawer.
Selena shoved aside the wispy collection of lace and silk and tripped the latch. Watches were on the left. Without any light, she decided to take them all and sort it out later.
Her fingers recognized smooth metal links, faceted beadwork, even the hammered silver bangle of Renata's favorite watches. None of these had the fluted bezel edge of the Rolex Galloway so ruthlessly demanded. She peered deeper into the drawer, willing her eyes to adjust to the lack of light.
Galloway was certain the Rolex was here. He would never believe he'd been wrong. Maybe her fingers had misinterpreted and she had it in her purse already, but she couldn't take the chance.
More than a little desperate, Selena dumped the remaining watches into her purse, leaving the wardrobe and lingerie drawer open as she hurried toward the bathroom. The emergency kit under the sink had a flashlight.
She thought of Galloway's sinister visit to the deli, of his sick and sincere compliment to Uncle Torry's espresso. No way was she leaving without the right watch. She held no illusions she could convince Galloway to give her another day to deliver.
Suddenly the bedroom was filled with too much light and a deafening noise. It was as if she'd walked right into a blinding-white fireworks display. Smoke rolled in from the hallway, stinging her eyes and nose, coating her throat and making it hard to breathe. She stumbled back, covering her ears as she sought shelter behind the bed. The ringing in her ears blotted out everything, disorienting her more than the dark and the smoke had done. Her head ached as if someone had clamped it in a vise. Dizzy and in pain, she had no idea which way was which anymore.
What kind of bad luck was it that she'd somehow interrupted a real robbery? Rough hands parted her from her purse. She opened her eyes, but making any identification was impossible through the tears and darkness. Still, she scrambled to her knees, fighting back, but it was futile.
Oh, God, s he'd failed.
Galloway would be furious and even if she survived , she knew Renata would not. She thought of Tom. Of Uncle Torry. There was no doubt in her mind Galloway would make good on his threats to kill.
I n that bleak moment, her senses reeling and despair gripping her heart, she expected to be the first to die.
Chapter Four
From his position near the service elevator on the fourth floor, Adam heard the flash-bang grenade go off, followed shortly by the smell of thick smoke. Clearly the woman had resources he hadn't anticipated, or a third party had entered the picture.
He didn't like either scenario, primarily because a third party meant he'd missed something critical. Not good news for a man of his particular skill set.
Messenger's intel said the woman was the key. The photo of her with Galloway left no doubt she was tied to the traitorous bastard and his attempt to corral the dangerous new nano-technology that was up for sale. Adam had followed her for a week, watching and assessing… and somehow missed someone else doing the same thing.
That was more than cause for worry – it piqued his curiosity. Adam knew he had not seen anyone watching the woman. Suddenly a predictable situation slid sideways. There would be time to figure it out later.
The noise and smoke would bring security and the fire department to the scene in minutes. The logical egress was right here at the