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room, bit off a fingernail and returned to the window, unsure at what point she should call it and bring in the rest of his team. Maybe she was being paranoid, but Hatch had a lot of bad people working for him. Remy was capable of taking care of himself, but against how many?
    Resigned to waiting another ten minutes, she paced the room several more times. Nearing the end of the second ten minutes, she stared down at the parking lot and out past it to the street beyond. She could see all the way to the next street corner. A cab with its yellow light on top slowed at the entrance to the parking lot.
    Mitchell held her breath and prayed the vehicle held Remy. When the cab drove by, she swore beneath her breath. It looked as though she’d have to call on his buddies to go bail him out of the mess she’d gotten him into.
    From her position on the second floor, Mitchell could see the cab turn down the next street. The brake lights glowed bright red and the vehicle stopped. A moment later, the brake lights dimmed and the cab moved on.
    Her heart beating faster, Mitchell leaned closer to the window. Something moved in the shadows, heading toward the apartment complex. At one point, a dark figure detached itself from the corner of a fence, crossed to the apartment building and disappeared from her view.
    Mitchell closed the blinds, moved away from the window and waited, all her concentration focused on the front door. Butterflies erupted in her belly and her breathing grew shallow. She rubbed her palms on her skirt, amazed at how damp they were.
    Though she’d made love with him only an hour before, seeing him without the threat of Hatch’s men lurking nearby was like seeing him for the first time in over a year. Before Kelli had disappeared, she’d dreamed of their reunion. In her imagination, the event was nothing like the reality. God, had she really asked him to play the john to her prostitute? As the full impact of the situation hit her, her cheeks burned.
    Metal scraping metal made her jump and she pressed a hand to her chest, as if that would slow her racing heart. She edged back into a corner and dropped behind the couch. If the person on the other side of the door wasn’t Remy…
    The door swung open and a tall dark, broad-shouldered figure stepped in. By the way he moved with purpose and determination, he could be none other than Remy LaDue.
    Suddenly reluctant to break the silence, Mitchell remained crouched behind the arm of the couch.
    The door swung shut, he twisted the lock and then reached for the light switch.
    Mitchell stood. “Don’t.”
    His arm, arrested in mid-motion, dropped to his side. “No one followed me.”
    “Humor me. I can’t afford to be careless.” She stepped out into the open. “Can we talk in the bedroom? It’s as far from the street as we can get and there are no front-facing windows in there.”
    “Fine. But I want the full scoop. Everything.”
    “Fair enough.” She led the way into his room.
    Remy followed and closed the door behind him. “Can I switch on the light in here?”
    “Of course.”
    The click of a switch sounded and the room was flooded with soft lighting from the ceiling fan hanging over the bed.
    Mitchell blinked, squinting in the sudden glare.
    Remy leaned his back against the door, crossing his arms. “Okay. Start talking.”
    With a deep breath, Mitchell began.
    After fifteen minutes of detailing out all she’d done to position herself in Hatch’s organization, Mitchell stopped and stared up at Remy.
    His gut twisted and Remy’s fists clenched. “You’re setting yourself up to be hurt or killed.”
    She nodded and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I know. But I couldn’t let Kelli languish in whatever hell Hatch has her in. I’ve seen what happens to women who are forced into prostitution. They’re drugged, sometimes chained to filthy beds in the nastiest, bug-ridden, diseased places imaginable. I was in on an operation that exposed a small sex den