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She looked haunted. Unstable. She scares me.”
    “We all have people issues, Naomi, that’s why we’ re here.”
    “She’ ll run the first chance she gets.”
    “While she was out we implanted a GPS chip in her scalp.”
    Naomi gasped, her big brown eyes widening before narrowing. “You are a bad, bad man, Mr. Black.”
    His smile retracted. “Don’t forget it.” As he strode past her to the observation room that gave him complete access to the assimilation chamber, Godfather scowled again. He stopped at the door to the observation room. As he opened the door, his frustration mounted. Did Angela Giacomelli have too much crap in her head to be of use to him? Would she be the downfall of L.O.S.T.? Had he made a mistake? He would never jeopardize what they had all worked so hard for. His gut told him she would work out. Yes, she was a head case right now. Unpredictable and too damaged to use. But he knew that with time and training he would have the perfect foil for getting to criminal masterminds.
    He stepped into the dimly lit room. Though she wouldn’t be able to hear or see him, Godfather was still careful when he entered. He was surprised to see Cruz and Stone inside, both intently watching the lone figure on the other side of the mirror.
    Wrapped in a thick white robe, her dark hair hanging damp around her shoulders from her shower, Jax sat at a table, facing them, with a feast of Italian food spreadout before her. He knew she hadn’t eaten that day, and probably not much the day before. From his extensive file on her, he knew Italian was her favorite. He’d hoped to entice her with it, but her head hung from her shoulders as she picked at the meatballs in front of her.
    “Dr. Martin is on her way,” Stone said.
    Godfather nodded.
    “It’s going to take more than a shrink, even one as good as Barb, to fix that,” Cruz said, inclining his head toward Jax.
    “Yeah, but I’m going to make her into a lethal weapon. Better than all you assholes combined,” Godfather mused out loud.
    “What’s wrong with us?” Cruz asked, indignant.
    “Not a damn thing. She’s just going to be more.”
    Gage snorted. “I’ ve got a hundred bucks that says Doc Martin won’t be able to crack her.”
    “You’ re on,” Godfather said.
    They all knew firsthand what Barbara Martin was capable of extracting from someone who wanted to keep their pain buried. They had all been at her mercy at one time or another. She was ruthless and relentless. Godfather always had the feeling she had lost someone close to her, and maybe felt like she had something to prove to the rest of the world. When he’d voiced his thoughts, she’d shut him down, curtly reminding him he’d not been there to discuss her private life but to let her get into his head and make him healthy enough to bring in the bad guys the regular cops couldn’ t.
    Godfather let out a long breath and looked back at Jax, who now twirled the spaghetti on her plate until shehad a huge glob of it on her fork. She flung it down and absently started to twirl another glob.
    “I liked her better full of piss and vinegar, not like this. Beaten,” Cruz grunted.
    “Don’t underestimate her,” Stone said. “Underneath that wet hair is a sleeping tiger.”
    “You’ re right, Stone. I don’t think she has it in her to quit anything. Our problem, once she buys into her new life, is going to be keeping her leashed.”
    “You should have seen her all bristly and hissing in the sally port at the courthouse—and even on the bus. I think it’s just part of her nature.”
    Godfather watched her intently as Stone’s words penetrated his brain. She’d fallen hard, but it
was
in her nature to fight. But not quite yet. She wasn’t done crashing and burning.
    He knew from experience that it could take years just to be able to function on a most basic level. The hardest part was reaching out and asking for help, then accepting it. Because accepting help meant you had to be