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Kelly couldn’t stop thinking about Trent…
The way he’d held on to her hand as they scaled the roof. Or the feel of his hands moving over her body as he gently checked her for injuries. She couldn’t let her mind dwell on how he held her.
“I need to go out for a while before I do something we’ll both regret,” Trent said, looking so deep in her eyes that Kelly couldn’t breath, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare back at him, knowing full well that the longing inside her was reflected in her eyes for him to see.
“You have to stop looking at me that way,” he murmured, his face closer somehow or maybe it was her imagination. “I can’t…not react.”
Before she could stop herself, she touched him. She couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her face up to his. That mesmerizing mouth swooped down on hers, kissing her like she’d never been kissed before.
There was no gentleness this time, no tender brushing of lips, this was passion personified….
Agent Cowboy
Debra Webb
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debra Webb was born in Scottsboro, Alabama, to parents who taught her that anything is possible if you want it badly enough. When her husband joined the military, they moved to Berlin, Germany, and Debra became a secretary in the commanding general’s office. By 1985 they were back in the States, and with the support of her husband and two beautiful daughters, Debra took up writing full-time and in 1998 her dream of writing for Harlequin came true. You can write to Debra with your comments at P.O. Box 64, Huntland, Tennessee 37345 or visit her Web site at www.debrawebb.com to find out exciting news about her next book.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Kelly Pruitt—She’s on the run from the people who killed her boss. She can’t trust the police or the FBI…can she trust the cowboy who shows up at her door?
Trent Tucker—As a Colby Agency investigator, it’s Trent’s job to find Kelly and to solve the mystery surrounding a multiple homicide and her disappearance. But can he keep her alive long enough to sort through the pieces of the puzzle?
Ray Jarvis—Kelly’s boss. Is he laundering money for the cartel?
Ann Jones—Is she friend or foe? She took the bullet intended for Kelly. Did she invite murder into Kelly’s life?
Cyrus McCade—The FBI special agent is running interference for the cartel. He wants Kelly Parker dead.
Norton Davis—Is the FBI special agent set up to take McCade’s fall? Or is the twenty-five thousand dollars in his pocket an investment for his future?
William Lester—Is the senator trying to help a friend or bring down an old foe?
Detective Hargrove—Is he working for the investigation or against it?
Detective Kennamer—He’s in it for the money.
Heath Murphy—Trent’s backup from the Colby Agency.
Darlene Whitehead—Is she in love with Ray Jarvis or his money?
This book is dedicated to a lady who listens to me whine when I’m worried; who says all the right things when I think everything is going wrong; and who is simply a good friend. To my agent, Pattie Steele-Perkins.
Thanks for being my sounding board.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Houston, Texas
Friday, 4:45 p.m.
Kelly Pruitt watched as her boss greeted his final appointment for the day at the front entrance of his small Houston office. A frown wriggled its way across her forehead. Something wasn’t quite right about the scene playing out before her but she couldn’t put her finger on the problem.
“Hold my calls,” Ray Jarvis said to her as he ushered the client into his private office.
“Yes, sir.”
Once the door was closed Kelly shrugged. She hadn’t made the appointment. She hadn’t even known her boss expected anyone else this close to five o’clock on Friday evening. He usually liked to get away a little early on Fridays. Especially since this one kicked off a long holiday weekend.
Happy New Year.
She certainly hoped the new year would see to fruition the fulfillment of all her boss had promised her. Kelly shuffled together a pile of “to be filed” records on her desk and decided that filing would be her final task for the day. She preferred leaving her desk un-cluttered. Mondays seemed a little less daunting when she came in to a clean desk to start off the workweek.
As she moved from drawer to drawer, file folder to file folder, slipping in the relevant documents, she considered that she hadn’t completed five years of college, including obtaining her MBA, to perform clerical duties in a small Houston investment firm. But, during her extensive job search, she had been forced to see the one major strike against her—youth. It seemed, she’d found out the hard way, that no one wanted to hire her in the position she was qualified for because she was only twenty-two. Graduating high school a year early and maintaining a perfect four-point-oh grade point average in college didn’t matter in light of her lack of experience.
After searching for three solid months without the first bite, Raymond Jarvis finally offered her a job as his “administrative assistant.” He promised her a junior partnership after one year of dedicated service, assuming she lived up to his expectations.
She, apparently, had done so. Ray had told her at Christmas that the upcoming year would be hers. In a show of good faith, he’d already started interviewing actual secretaries to take over the clerical duties.
A smile stretched across Kelly’s face, erasing the frown that had nagged at her earlier. Very soon she would take her rightful place in the ever-changing world of high finance. She couldn’t wait. No more monotonous filing, no more tedious reports, no—
“Kelly.”
As she dropped the last record into the appropriate folder, she looked up to find Ray emerging from his office, then carefully closing the door behind him.
Before she could ask what he needed, he hurried to where she stood by the long row of five-drawer high file cabinets. “I need you to put this away some place safe.”
She accepted the small computer disk he offered. “Does it pertain to a particular client’s file?” She had organized the computer disks the same as she had the hard copies of files. Whoever took over would have no problem following her system.
“Ah…” He gave the question entirely too much consideration before answering. “No…just…ah…”
Was it her imagination or was he sweating? A new line of concern formed along her brow. What in the world had made her boss so antsy?
“Just take it home with you and lock it up with your personal files.”
“My personal files?” she echoed, surprised by the suggestion. His gaze collided with hers and for just one instant she recognized fear in his. “Ray, is—”
“If,” he cut her off, the fear she’d seen in his eyes vanishing in the same instant, “you don’t mind. It’s just that if something happened here then those files would be safe.” He pressed her with his gaze, some unreadable emotion making her suddenly uneasy. “I’d really feel better about it if I knew you had a copy safely tucked away. You might need it…sometime.”
She nodded uncertainly. “All right. I’ll take care of it.”
He smiled to put her at ease, the expression clearly strained. “Don’t bother waiting for me. The other offices in the complex have already closed. Lock up and go on home.” He started to turn away but hesitated and glanced back at her. “Happy New Year.”
She managed a dim smile. “Same to you.”
When he’d gone back into his office and closed the door firmly behind him, she stared down at the disk. What on earth was this about? She’d worked for Ray for just over six months and she’d never seen him behave this way. Strange. Spooked, almost. He was always the epitome of cool and calm. His ability to make snap decisions under intense pressure never ceased to amaze her. What was it about this disk—her gaze shifted to his closed office door once more—and this client that made him so uncharacteristically agitated?
Kelly considered all that she’d noted about the client. Mid-thirties, she guessed. Well dressed in a charcoal suit. Dark hair. Not particularly handsome, but attractive in a generic, polished businessman sort of way. Nothing about him gave her pause—it was her boss’s reaction to him that didn’t fit. He hadn’t even introduced her to the client and he never failed to do that.
Ray Jarvis prided himself on a family-like atmosphere at his place of business. He’d told her over and over again that he hadn’t chosen an upscale office building downtown for that very reason. He preferred the smaller, more personal atmosphere of this quiet, off the beaten path, office complex. As he’d pointed out, his immediate neighbors, a mortgage company and an orthodontics office, had already closed for the weekend.
For the first time since she’d started working here, Kelly felt uneasy…alone. Somehow set apart from the rest of the world. It was completely ridiculous. Whatever was bugging Ray appeared to be contagious.
The bell over the front door jingled, drawing her from the troubling thoughts.
“Am I early?”
A genuine smile curled Kelly’s lips as she greeted her friend, Ann Jones. “Definitely not.” She felt better already just having another warm body in the room.
Ann, looking regal as always, came over and gave Kelly a hug. “That tyrant isn’t planning to keep you late today, is he?” She glanced at Ray’s closed door.
Kelly shook her head. Ann knew Ray was a push-over. “No. He’s with a client. Just give me a couple minutes to finish clearing my desk and I’ll be ready.”
“Make it fast. I’m in a hurry to get started on this weekend.”
Kelly laid the disk on her desk next to her purse and quickly sorted the messages Ray had yet to return. That annoying frown bored another line across her forehead. Why hadn’t he taken care of his messages? He hadn’t returned a single call all afternoon. There had to be something going on that she didn’t know about. Maybe something had gone wrong in his personal life. But then she remembered distinctly that he’d told her earlier in the week that he and his girlfriend had big plans for the weekend. They were going to New Orleans for the festivities. Maybe they’d broken up last night and he hadn’t wanted to talk about it.
Kelly almost hated to leave under the circumstances. She liked her boss, considered him a friend, as well. Maybe she should hang around and simply ask him if everything was okay.
“Can I use your phone?” Ann asked abruptly.
Kelly stepped aside and gestured to her desk. “Sure. I’ll get my coat.”
Ann reached across her desk and snatched up the receiver then swore. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I think I knocked something off your desk.”
The disk lay on the tile at Ann’s feet. “I’ll get it,” Kelly said quickly. She should have put it in her purse already. Ray obviously considered it important.
Just as she crouched down to grab the disk, Ann shifted her stance and inadvertently knocked it beneath the desk with the toe of her high-heeled shoe.
“Well, damn, Kelly, I’m sorry,” she muttered as her fingers paused in their work of entering the telephone number she wished to call. She moved slightly aside, as far as the phone cord would allow. “I’m a real klutz today.”
“No problem.” Kelly eased onto all fours and crawled under her desk to retrieve the disk, all the while mentally kicking herself for not having put it away as soon as Ray gave it to her. Her fingers curled around the disk at the same moment that the bell over the front entrance jingled. She turned too quickly, banging her head against the desk’s middle drawer. Cursing herself silently, she clenched her teeth a moment to allow the ache to pass. The modesty panel prevented her from seeing who’d entered the office so late on Friday. Surely there wasn’t another appointment she didn’t know about. Whoever it was she had every intention of letting him or her know that the office was now closed.
When she would have backed from under the desk an odd sort of pop hissed through the air. Rubbing her throbbing skull, Kelly stilled. What the hell?
Something plunked against the top of her desk and then struck her in the small of the back, sending her scooting fully under the desk to escape whatever had fallen. Irritation and impatience vying for equal footing she turned so she could see what had hit her. Before she could demand an explanation from Ann the sight of the phone receiver dangling over the edge of her desk silenced her.
Why was…
A blur of movement captured her attention, derailing her thoughts, as something else hit the floor.
It took three full seconds for Kelly to realize it was Ann. An ever-expanding circle of crimson engulfed her white blouse starting in the center of her chest.
Confusion obliterating all else, Kelly leaned forward for a closer look and her heart stalled in her chest.
Blood.
Her gaze jerked upward, to her friend’s face. Her brown eyes were open, unblinking, staring at the ceiling.
When Kelly would have scrambled from under the desk to help her friend, the sound of purposeful footsteps stopped her.
The thud of those heavy steps moved closer and closer to her desk. Kelly held her breath as booted feet and dark clad legs came into view. Big. Male. One black boot nudged Ann’s motionless body but she didn’t move, didn’t react…those unblinking eyes glued to the ceiling.
Ann was dead.
The realization hit Kelly like a bullet between her eyes, straight into the brain. Dead. Ann was dead.
If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try your call again.
The automated voice seemed to scream from the dangling telephone receiver. Kelly’s eyes widened as fear mushroomed inside her. If he reached for the phone…would he see her? Every instinct urged her to draw more fully into herself, to press against the modesty panel in an attempt to get farther away from the threat.
But she didn’t dare move.
A gloved hand reached for the receiver. The audible click told her he’d placed it in its cradle.
For two endless beats she waited for him to bend down and see her…to drag her from her hiding place. She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe.
And then he moved away. By the sound of his steps she knew he was moving toward Ray’s office. A scream welled in her throat. She had to warn him! But if she moved…if she uttered a single word.
The door opened…banged against the wall.
More of those hissing pops.
Not a single protest was uttered.
Only the muffled sound of something falling to the carpeted floor of her boss’s office. Ray…his client.
Then the stranger was moving about again.
Still in Ray’s office.
She should run.
If she made it out onto the street she could scream for help.
But everyone else in the complex was already gone.
No one would hear her.
He—the man wearing the boots—would kill her, too.
As if he’d heard her thoughts he moved back into the corridor outside Ray’s office…came closer to her desk.
She could feel her heart pounding against her sternum. Please God, she prayed, don’t let him know I’m here. The blood roared so loudly in her ears she felt certain he could hear it…could feel the fear swelling inside her.
“It’s done.”
She cocked her head and listened. Who was he talking to? He hadn’t picked up the phone on her desk. No one else had come in. A cell phone…maybe.
“Jarvis and the assistant.” Pause. “Him, too. No survivors.”
Oh God. He had killed Ray and the client in his office. Her eyes glazed with tears as her gaze settled on her friend. Ann. He thought Ann was…her. The assistant.
“I have the disk.” Pause. “No. There are too many possibilities to assume this would be his only copy. I suggest you send in a team to tear this place apart.”
Her fingers tightened around the disk in her hand.
“I’m doing that now.” The whir of the blinds being lowered punctuated his statement. The lights went out next. “I’ll be waiting out front.”
In the eternity that followed, he moved through the entire suite, Ray’s office, the lounge and rest room, the conference room, and then back into the lobby. The bob of a flashlight’s beam accompanied his movements. He’d turned off all the lights and lowered all blinds. Her heart thundered so hard she wondered if a heart attack was imminent. Then she heard the whoosh of the front door as he exited the lobby.
That’s when she started to shake.
He was gone. Outside. He’d told the man on the phone that he’d wait out front. A team was coming to tear the place apart.
She had to get out of here.
But how?
He was watching.
She licked her lips and gave her body the order to move. Yet it took several seconds before her muscles reacted.
Slowly, one inch at a time, she eased out from under the desk. She bumped into Ann’s body and a moan tore from her lips. Kelly clamped a hand over her mouth and resisted the urge to heave. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks and over her hand.
Ann was dead.
Ray was dead.
So was the unidentified client.
She had to get out…to run!
Slowly, careful not to make a sound, Kelly crawled away from the desk…huddled against the wall behind her chair.
What should she do now?
She couldn’t go out the front. Wouldn’t risk going out the back. He could be watching there, too. But she had to hide somewhere before the others arrived.
Her mind whirled with confusion. One escape scenario after the other tumbled through her mind, each one less feasible than the last. She squeezed her eyes shut in the darkness and forced her thoughts to slow. She had to think clearly here. Had to have a strategy.
There was no place to hide that they wouldn’t look.
A whimper escaped her brutal hold on her emotions. They were going to kill her.
The phone.
She could call for help.
She edged toward her desk once more.
The police would arrive in mere minutes.
Relief flooded her.
A scrape of boot heel on concrete echoed just outside the door.
She froze.
He would hear her.
No matter how fast the police arrived it would be too late.
She’d already be dead.
She had to hide.
Leaving her shoes behind to aid in her stealth and moving as quickly as she dared for fear of making even the slightest sound, Kelly headed toward the lounge. She knew the floor plan by heart, which prevented her from bumping into anything since Ray was a stickler for everything being in its place.
Inside the bathroom she drew the door closed behind her. It was as dark as pitch but she didn’t dare turn on a light. She had to think. Had to hide.
They would likely look in the vanity cabinet which was the only place in the room she could conceal herself. There really was no safe place. Not Ray’s office, not the lobby or the lounge including the bathroom, definitely not in the small conference room. Not a single room in the entire suite offered any hope whatsoever.
She was dead.
Another whimper burgeoned in her throat.
Her fingers clenched more tightly around the disk.
No.
She had to get through this.
Had to do it for Ray and Ann.
Whoever had done this, she would see that they paid. If this disk contained evidence, she couldn’t let them find it. It had to be about the disk. He’d told the caller he had it, but apparently suspected there could be a copy. She stood on shaky legs and tucked the disk into the pocket of her slacks. Think, Kelly, she ordered. There had to be a way to do this.
There was a toilet, a small supply cabinet and the vanity in this room.
She looked upward. Though she couldn’t see a thing, she remembered the acoustic tiles that made up the ceiling. There would be room above them but she couldn’t be sure the slim framework would hold her weight. She couldn’t take the risk. If she broke anything or knocked something down he would know someone had been here.
Where could she hide?
Dammit! There had to be a place.
The ventilation return.
She stood stock still as she considered the possibility. It was in the corridor. The opening was twenty by thirty inches, she knew. She’d bought the filters often enough, even changed them on occasions. Her heart started to beat faster once more, this time with anticipation. That would work. Though she couldn’t escape that way since the duct would lead directly into the heating and cooling unit, she could hide.
Holding her breath, she exited the bathroom and moved noiselessly through the lounge. She listened intently for ten seconds before slipping back into the corridor. She prayed the killer was still outside.
He was supposed to be hanging around out front. He’d said he would wait. She chewed her lower lip and forced herself to think. She could sneak into Ray’s office and call for help. There wasn’t a phone in the lounge. But there was one in Ray’s office and in the conference room.
Why hadn’t she thought of that?
Stupid! Stupid!
She pressed against the wall and moved cautiously toward the conference room. Dark or not, she had no desire to go into Ray’s office with…with him in there dead.
“It’s about time.”
The words echoed from just outside the front entrance.
The sound paralyzed her.
More voices.
It was dark outside and she couldn’t see a damned thing, but she could hear.
She didn’t have time to make a call.
She had to hide.
Only two small latches held the grill closed over the return duct. She turned them one at a time, then drew the grill open. Her fingers trembling she moved the filter out of the way, setting it to one side in the duct. Sliding in feet first, she settled into the duct and then pulled the grill closed. The latches were a bit harder to turn from the inside, but she managed. Just as she angled the filter back into place footsteps echoed in the lobby.
They were inside.
She’d barely made it.
The seeking glow of flashlights moved about. Low voices murmured but she couldn’t make out the words. She eased as far into the long metal tunnel as she dared, putting as much distance between her and the opening as possible.
The heating unit kicked on and air from the corridor rushed over her, the roar of the unit drowning out all other sound. She made herself as small as possible and waited for the temperature in the office to reach the necessary point so that the thermostat would turn off the flow of air.
The irritating roar came three more times before the endless waiting was over. Between the blasts of climate-controlling activity, she heard the intruders rummaging through every filing cabinet, desk and supply cabinet in the entire suite that made up the financial consulting and investment firm of Raymond Jarvis. Tears stung her eyes. Ray was dead. She pushed the horror away and focused on figuring out what these awful people could be looking for. It didn’t make sense. They didn’t keep money here. No negotiable stocks or bonds. She simply had no idea. The whole thing was crazy. Unless…it simply was the disk in her pocket.
Had Ray done business with the wrong kind of people? She couldn’t believe that. She had access to his accounts and files. If there was anything under-handed going on it was definitely well hidden. She might not have any prior experience but she knew the signs to look for. Ray was clean, she was certain of it.
She thought of the disk he’d given her and his insistence that she take it home with her.
Had he suspected something like this might happen?
The grill on the return duct suddenly opened.
Kelly’s heart stuttered to a stop. Her breath evaporated in her lungs.
The filter poked inward and a pair of gloved hands felt along the surrounding walls. She pressed her face against her arms and held her breath.
“There’s nothing here.”
She didn’t dare lift her head until she heard footsteps retreating in the corridor. The grill door stood open, the filter bent and sticking haphazardly to one side, affording her scarcely any protection from view. But the inside of the duct was dark and so were her clothes. It wasn’t likely anyone would see her unless they stuck their head in and shined a light directly on her.
Keeping her face shielded with her arms, she listened as the men, four she decided, set the office to rights. Two of them didn’t like it, but one had ordered that they were to leave things as they found them. She heard the killer’s voice once or twice more. It made her want to run like hell, but she couldn’t move…could scarcely afford to draw a breath.
What felt like an eternity later, the intruders left by the front entrance.
For a very long time Kelly huddled there in the silence, afraid to move.
Then she started to cry.
The tears came in long, choking sobs.
When she’d regained control of her emotions, she eased out of the long, dusty tunnel. She sat on the corridor floor for a while before she tried to stand. Still emotional, Kelly felt her way along the corridor. Since the lights were still out and she didn’t trust instinct to keep her from banging into something. When she reached her desk, careful to access it from the front, she snatched up the telephone and punched in 9-1-1.
Dear God.
How could this have happened?
Who were those men?
She hadn’t seen their faces and couldn’t identify them.
The killer’s voice echoed inside her head. She did know his voice. But that’s all she knew about him.
But he knew her.
He’d come here to kill her.
Thought he had.
What would he do when he learned she was still alive?
“9-1-1, what’s the nature of your emergency?”
Kelly hung up the phone without saying a word.
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