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computers and communication equipment. “Im going to call DC

to arrange ground

transport.

Felicia Davis, a statuesque African-American with features

that suggested she might be descended from an ancient

Egyptian queen, sat in a rattan chair sipping coffee. “Shall

I arrange accommodations?

“Yes. The usual hotel. At least for a night until the

commander until I determine Egrets immediate schedule.

Pushing numbers on her cell phone, Felicia rose and walked to

the

French doors leading to a wide deck with a view of the

beach.

“What about me? Renée Savard reclined on a sofa with her left

leg propped up on an overstuffed hassock. A blue fabric

knee immobilizer with wide white Velcro straps was wrapped

around her knee. “Can I tag along?

Paula held up one finger as she spoke into the phone and

simultaneously entered information into the computer. A

minute passed, then she disconnected and returned to the living

room to sit next to Renée. She skimmed her fingers through

her lovers shoulder length golden-brown hair. “Hows your leg?

“Other than the fact that it feels as heavy as a tree trunk, and

about as functional, its fine, Renée said edgily. Her blue eyes narrowed.

“It would feel a hel of a lot bet er without this immobilizer.

“Just for a few more

days.

Renée waved her away. “Go take care of what you have to take care of.

How soon are you leaving?

“ASAP.

“Wel then, dont waste time asking me about my

stupid leg.

Paula kept her expression neutral. She knew Renées leg hurt, and she

knew that her bad temper was more than pain. “Do you want to hang out

here while were gone? I can get Tanner to arrange a private car to take

you back to Manhat an if you dont.

Tanner Whitley, heir to the Whitley corporate dynasty and the owner of

Whitley Island, was one of Blairs oldest friends from prep school. She

also had one of the best private security forces in the country. Her

crew had been providing perimeter protection during Blairs stay,

ensuring that no one approached the house from the main road

that bisected the island. Stark trusted Tanner completely.

“I dont want to go back to Manhat an. Renée sounded

uncharacteristical y petulant. “Not when I cant work. Not when youre

not there. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “Jesus, listen to me.

Im pathetic. Im sure you dont want me underfoot while youre working.

“I dont know how long wel be in DC, or where wel be going after that,

Paula said. “But

“Just go, Paula. Il cal Tanner later and arrange my

own

“But, Paula continued as if she hadnt been interrupted, “if it

turns out were not staying in DC, its just as easy for you to head

back to Manhattan from there as from here. Come with us.

A crooked smile broke the smooth caramel plains of

Renées cheeks. “Sometimes I wish you werent so sweet when

Im being cranky. It makes me feel guilty, which just makes me

crankier.

“Id be cranky too, Paula whispered. “Im sorry its so hard for

you right now.

Renées eyes fil ed with tears and she looked away. “Jesus. I

need to do something. If I sit around much longer, Im going to

real y be crazy.

“Official y youre still part of the commanders team, even

though youre on sick leave, Paula said with conviction. “So, youre

coming with us. You need help packing?

Renée grabbed the crutches that leaned against the sofa next

to her. “No. I can manage. You go take care of things, Chief.

“Yeah, okay, Paula said, unable to keep her face from

flushing. Chief. It sounded good.

* * * * *

Blair left her suitcases by the front door and walked outside

to take a last look at the ocean. She wasnt sure when shed be able

to come back to the island and she already missed it. The

solitude was good for her art. Shed been able to paint here,

despite everything that had happened to her and the rest of the

world. She had asked Tanner to investigate the possibility of

her purchasing the house; the current owners only used it as a

rental property. The location was perfect isolated, easy to

defend, and close to Tanner, whom she missed and never

managed to visit enough. It was also near enough to Manhattan

that Diane Bleeker, her art agent and best friend, could easily

visit.

She sat down on the top step of the rear deck and punched in

a number on the disposable cell phone Cam insisted she use.

She was half surprised when the call was answered.

“Hi, where are you?

“Still in Manhattan, Diane replied. “How about

you?

“About to head south. There was no reason to think that her

calls were being monitored, but after the constant

admonishments of her various security teams, Blair had

reluctantly accepted the necessity of caution. She avoided

mentioning the specifics of her travel plans in phone