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greater liberties with the database before they did it. She needed to set a trap. The only thing she could do was hope that trap didn’t backfire and get an agent and witness killed.
     
    The drive over to Colt Grayson’s place had been pleasantly cordial. She and Huck were getting along well actually, just like most of the other guys. He wasn’t happy about this assignment and she knew it because he made sure to tell her.
     
    “You know I didn’t have a choice in this, Huck,” she said to him.
     
    “I know. Your chains are being yanked just like mine.”
     
    She laughed. “We’re the puppets.”
     
    “And they’re the puppeteers. At least I’m not the one dealing with her heinous the Director,” he snickered.
     
    “She’s not that bad,” she said. “Just like us, she has somebody else to answer to.”
     
    “Yeah, maybe if we all remembered that we wouldn’t be so hard on each other.”
     
    “Am I too hard on you all?”
     
    “No. You’re a boss and while you’re not our best friend you’re also not our worst enemy. It’s just…well, you know we’ve lost some witnesses and comrades…tensions exist in our unit and I was trying to figure out how to fix that before you arrived.”
     
    “Don’t stop on my account. I think a unit works better when it works as one. We have to know we have each other’s back and we’ll help each other survive.”
     
    “True,” he admitted as they rang the front doorbell and the lights inside flickered. The buzzer sounded and Huck pulled on the door. “Guess that means we’re expected.”
     
    “I guess we go upstairs,” she said as she looked at the note with the drawn arrow. She laughed at the picture of the badge and the guy with horns wearing an FBI vest.
     
    When she reached the top of the stairs she pushed another bell. She was sure the lights must have flickered again because there was no sound and since he was deaf he wouldn’t need a sounding door bell. A minute or so later the door swung open.
     
    Autumn let her eyes drift up the man’s lower belly on up to his finely built chest. Even with the navy-blue t-shirt that stretched across his chest she could still see the underlying muscles. By the time her eyes had caressed to their visual pleasure she looked up into his eyes and what met her was the most striking expression that nearly knocked her off balance. She cleared her throat and reminded herself she needed to start signing. The man was probably staring at her because she had yet to introduce herself.
     
    Huck pulled his identification and she signed who they were. Colt nodded and stepped aside to let them in. Colt closed and locked the door behind them. He had a hint of paint on his beige cargo pants so she assumed they caught him while he was working. Candice had said he was some important artist or something like that. Autumn wouldn’t know anything about the guy because she didn’t have time for art. She liked art; she just didn’t have time to get involved with it, study it, and enjoy it.
     
    “I told the last guy no,” Colt signed. “I told all of them no. I’m telling you the same.”
     
    “If you would just hear us out,” she signed and spoke at the same time so Huck would know what she was saying. “They’re worried about you.”
     
    “No they’re not.” He cut her off. “They’re worried about their case. I’m not leaving; that’s final.”
     
    “And this time they’re not asking you to. They would like for you to make room for one of our agents in your home.”
     
    “That would be me,” Huck said and she signed his words.
     
    “No,” defiance sparked in his honey brown eyes.
     
    “This is for your protection,” she told him. “Let us help you.”
     
    “Feds,” he looked her over. “What makes him any different than the others?”
     
    “He’s skilled in the art of protection. Let him watch over you.”
     
    “No. He doesn’t even speak my language.”
     
    “Of course I don’t,”