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night.” I hesitated, unsure if I should tell Kade what Blane had said. Surely Blane wouldn’t mind; they were brothers, after all. “He said… he said that he was thinking of reenlisting.”
    I looked at Kade, whose hands had tightened on the steering wheel.
    “Why the fuck would he do something so stupid?” Kade gritted out.
    I shook my head. “He said something about a special liaison position, but that first he’d go back on active duty for six months. Back to Iraq, or Afghanistan.”
    I could feel the tension rolling off Kade in waves, and it seemed neither of us had anything to say after that. It grew quiet, both of us lost in our own thoughts.
    Downtown Denver was busy this Sunday morning, and traffic was thick. As we drove through the city, the buildings became increasingly older and more dilapidated. Car and foot traffic thinned to a trickle, and then Kade turned down a side street. It was an odd mix of residential and industrial, with a few scattered brick warehouses among small run-down homes.
    A couple of kids were playing in the front yard of one house, and my eyes were drawn to them: two boys, about nine or ten years old, running around with a dog as scraggly as they were. One of the boys threw a stick and the dog bounded gamely after it.
    After another block, Kade pulled the car to the side of the street and stopped. We were in front of one of those brick warehouses.
    “This is where Ryan Sheffield lived?” I asked, skeptical.
    “Home sweet home,” Kade replied. “Let’s go check it out.” He pulled the gun from the holster at his hip and made sure it was loaded, then glanced meaningfully at me.
    “I have it,” I groused, hooking the long strap of my purse over my head and across my chest. The small gun he’d bought me lay inside. I refused to wear it in a holster like Kade. I just wasn’t comfortable enough with the firearm to do that.
    “Gee, I feel so safe knowing my partner has a gun… buried inside her purse,” Kade said sarcastically.
    I rolled my eyes. “Are we going or not?”
    In reply, Kade got out of the car.
    It was warmer than I’d expected, so I shucked my coat and left it in the front seat of the car. Kade discarded his leather jacket as well. The thin cotton of his black button-down shirt fit him closely. He’d rolled back the cuffs, and the top buttons were undone, exposing the skin of his throat. Unlike Blane, he didn’t wear a T-shirt underneath.
    I realized I was staring and jerked my gaze away before Kade could notice and make some smart-ass comment.
    I followed as Kade crossed the street and rounded the building to the west side. We passed boarded-up windows, and some that were broken, their tinted glass shards reflecting bits of sunlight back at me. They almost seemed like eyes watching me go by. I shuddered.
    “How’d you find this place again?” I asked. By now we’d reached the back. Kade paused in front of a staircase that led down to a steel door.
    “I hacked into the CIA,” he said casually before starting down the stairs.
    My jaw dropped. “You what?” I squeaked. “You can’t do that!”
    I hurried after him, appalled, and latched on to his arm so he would look at me. “They put people in prison for that, Kade.”
    One corner of his mouth twisted upward. “Only if you get caught.”
    He pulled a lockpick from his pocket and crouched down. Quicker than I wanted to believe, the door clicked open.
    “How do you do that so fast?” I groused quietly, remembering how long it had taken me to pick a lock while sitting in the comfort of my living room.
    “Because I’m good,” Kade replied, just as softly, easing open the door and leading the way inside.
    It was dark and musty. The meager light filtering in through the dirt-crusted windows wasn’t enough to illuminate the space. Kade stood for a moment, listening, and I did, too, unsure what exactly we were listening for. There seemed to be no one else there.
    Kade started forward, his gun in his