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straight, didn't show any real energy.
Contaminated drugs.
She made her choice.
And then Rio lifted his head in alarm and said, "Kimmer тАФ" and the world
exploded into light and gunfire. Kimmer ripped off her goggles and abandoned the
bike to hit the dirt. Cholla spines drove through her leather gloves and she blistered
the air.
"Rio!"
"I'm good!" he shouted back over the high-pitched engine of the dirt bike kicking
in, and the sudden din of several others joining it. Kimmer blinked furiously, pulling
her SIG from its low thigh holster but still unable to see. Sporadic shots kicked up
dirt in her general direction, and she hugged the ground, exposing herself just enough
to see two new bikes crash into the drug mule's bike.
Kimmer realized then that the woman would be killed тАФ she was a liability
now тАФ and she took a shot at the dark round blur of a bike tire, wasted another into
the dirt just to make sure she had their attention. Return fire kept her low as Rio
followed her example тАФ another moment of sound and blurry darkness and vague
movement, and the motorbikes raced away, two in tandem and a belated third
gunning off in the opposite direction with Kimmer sprinting up to take a chance at it.
She stumbled over something soft but solid and went down, brushing up against
another cholla. "Sonuva тАФ!"
"She got away with it," said Rio тАФ he whom she had tripped over. "I saw that
much. Sort of."
Kimmer squinted into the night with futility and little result. "And we got nothing."
And now the contaminated drugs were on their way to the dealer pipeline тАФ and
Kimmer had the strong feeling they were about to discover what the stakes had really
been.


Chapter Two


The bad-guy drug smugglers got away in the dark desert. The drug mule had also
escaped, still carrying her payload.
And here Kimmer sat in a meeting.
She plucked at the prickly pear spines in the tender skin of her inner wrist. Not the
big obvious ones, but the almost invisible ones, fine barbed hairs that made their
presence more known with each passing moment. Beside her, Rio casually crossed
his ankle over his knee, managing to nudge her in the process. A pay attention
signal.
Fine. This sleek conference room was supposed to impress her. The fact that
they'd been helicoptered to Tucson was supposed to impress her.
Thing was, she'd seen what she needed to see. Stripped of her weapons тАФ they
thought тАФ and escorted into this government building where a handful of men took
their time arriving and then only glanced at Kimmer and Rio, murmuring among
themselves until the final participant arrived тАФ Owen Hunter.
And meanwhile she'd already looked the men over тАФ already knew what they had
in mind. "We're going to get scolded," she said under her breath to Rio, seeing he'd
heard by the tilt of his head and the amusement in his dark, angled eyes. Everything
about Rio came angled, a courtesy of his heritage тАФ strong Danish bones beneath