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sculpted Japanese-stamped features.
He was no more impressed by this gathering of authority figures than she. They'd
both rather be out in the field, coordinating with other Hunter agents to track down
the missing drugs. They had suspect names; they had favorite distribution channels.
They had places to start.
Though the point had been to get the stuff before it hit distribution at all.
"What about that?" Kimmer asked abruptly, as the suits shuffled their chairs up to
the table in the wake of Owen's arrival. "How the heck did that stuff get so
contaminated that it brought you all together?"
Owen, who had greeted her with a nod, now cleared his throat тАФ she knew it for
the request that it was. Don't cause trouble.
Too late. This little gathering was all about chastising them, about imprinting them
with the importance of what they had failed to do and shaming them into bursting out
upon the world to finish the job.
Kimmer wasn't too keen on being shamed.
She was, however, pretty much into bursting out upon the world and taking down
the bad guys.
One of them cleared his throat. A white middle-aged man with a hairstyle that
didn't quite acknowledge his advancing baldness. "About that," he said, and then
stopped, starting again on a different tack. "I'm Thomas Keen, assistant director of
the Homeland Security Terrorist Threat Integration Center. This is Gregor Spellman,
deputy commissioner of the U.S. Customs and Border Patrol." This, a stern
tea-colored man with silvered hair and a perceptible facelift. The final nod went to a
black man who looked annoyed at the whole idea of being here. "And Jaden DuBois,
FBI counterterrorism."
Owen Hunter, indisputable authority of the elite family-owned Hunter Agency,
didn't offer any title at all. But he did nod at her, and she nodded back. "Kimmer
Reed," she said, and glanced down at her leather biking duds. "All-round kick-ass
chick. And Rio Carlsen тАФ"
"Her sidekick," Rio said dryly.
Keen's lips thinned briefly. Then he leaned forward to tap the closed file folder on
the table in front of him. "I'll get right to the point. We were very disappointed in the
results of last night's stakeout."
Tell me about it. Kimmer scratched at the prickly pear spines in her wrist, and
said nothing.
"Frankly," Spellman said, tapping the table with some authority, "I need to be
convinced that we have the best possible team before we go further." He looked at
Kimmer; she smiled back in the most predatory way. So she wasn't all that big; so
she had her totally curly dark chestnut hair cut cap-short in a gamin style and
guileless eyes he would never be able to read. She was also honed by the best
training Hunter could provide after they found her тАФ a runaway caught in the middle
of an undercover op тАФ and a dossier of successful assignments. Not to mention
that brutal childhood.
Owen cleared his throat. "Don't waste our time by going there, gentlemen. You
may consider us a small private agency, but we've been playing in the big kids'
sandbox for a good number of years now. I'll withhold commentary тАФ for now тАФ
about the validity of the intel you passed us, and you can assume I'm competent to
assess my own agents."
Ooh. They hadn't expected that. They looked as though they'd bitten into a
communal lemon. But they were also experienced men, good at their jobs; they