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Special Agent Frank Wolf. We’re with the FBI.” They each pulled little leather wallets out of their pockets, and opened them. They both had what looked like real credentials. But she knew how easily that stuff was faked. Hers were fake after all.
    “May we come in?” She was frozen. She had no idea what to do. She wanted to call the Secretary. But then she wondered if the Secretary had sent them.
    She opened the door automatically and offered them a seat on the couch. Agent Wolf had light brown hair and green eyes. He was average looking, average height and weight. He was normal.
    Agent Argento, on the other hand, was magnificent. He had wavy dark brown hair parted to the side. His eyes were a darker brown even than Jordan’s, almost black. His skin was a light tan color, almost as dark as her own. His cheekbones were high and rounded near his narrow nose, and his straight teeth were bright white. His lips were full and pink. He looked like an actor, or a model. He was gorgeous yet manly at the same time. He was not quite as tall as Jordan, but he was twice as wide. His shoulders were so big she wondered how his body held them up.
    “Ms. Becker, do you know a woman named Alexandra Copeland?” Arianna’s brows furrowed as she thought of the name. She’d had many classmates named Alex in high school and college. She shrugged her response. She really wasn’t sure.
    “This might help,” the good-looking agent said as he pulled up a photo on his electronic tablet.
    Suddenly she couldn’t hide her emotions. She couldn’t disguise her response. Because in front of her was a picture of Marianne Dumont: dead. She wanted to be sick. She felt fear. And not just for herself either. If it was just her, she wouldn’t really care. She’d disappear somewhere that no one would ever find her. But now she had to worry about Jordan too. Because even if she did disappear the Secretary would know how to find him.
    Why did she open herself up? Why did she let herself fall for him? One look into his puppy-dog eyes and she was hopeless. He was a student. He had a job. He probably had parents somewhere. What had she gotten him into?
    “So you know Ms. Copeland I take it.” His voice was just as glorious as the rest of him, strong and full of self-confidence.
    She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She would disappear, and hopefully take Jordan with her. She had to. She had no other choice.
    “Look, Ms. Becker, we know who you work for. We know what you’ve been doing for the past five years. We know we have no proof. We know we can’t pin anything on anyone. But we do know this is what happens to the Secretary’s female soldiers.” He held the tablet up again so she could see as he flipped through the photos. Marianne’s, or Alexandra’s, head was dismembered, as were her hands and feet. To make her unidentifiable, she knew. But why not just kill her the way all the others were done.
    She stared at him empty-eyed for several moments. She wanted to tell him everything, but how did she know that he wasn’t working for the Secretary also. She shivered, unsure of what to do. She wanted to talk to Jordan. He was smart. He could figure all this out.
    “If you need me, you can call me any time.” He handed her a card. A number was written in ink on the back. “That’s my cell phone number.” He tried to make it sound personal. If you need me, he’d said. He gave her his cell number. And he gazed into her knowingly, with those sexy dark brown eyes. She nodded and took the card.
    “Call me,” he said as the other agent walked outside and they were momentarily alone. “I don’t want you to end up like Alexandra.” They stared at each other for all of ten seconds, then he walked out the door. She was so confused. She just wanted to talk to Jordan.
    She remembered they had not exchanged phone numbers. She also remembered the bug was still planted in her apartment. The Secretary had heard every word that had transpired between