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A glint of light pushed through the skyscraper-gray dusk, allowing the sun to offer one ry, huulfed it in shadows Just as that sun slipped behind the tall buildings up and down Canal Street, a h the air and made contact with human flesh

At about the same time, Connor Randall adjusted his for black sports car Holding the car door away fro valet, Connor looked up and around, old habits dying hard

And he spotted none other than Louis Ar body of a beautiful blonde lying still by his feet The Mafia king’s shocked gaze zigzagged up in a jagged path He dreeapon and pivoted in a nervous circle before he fell down on his knees and pulled the unconscious worief and terror Then he glanced around until his scowl hit on Connor and stopped

Connor got back in his car and peeled out of the parking garage He reached Armond, shifted down and hit the brakes “Get in,” he called “Mr Aret in the car”

FBI Special Agent Josie Gilbert’s cell rang at the saie pizza Still holding the pizza with one hand, she groaned and grabbed the offending device, squinting down at the caller ID

Connor Randall?

Her confidential informant The FBI considered hiht now, she sat in an un to hear fro that he’d been summoned by Louis Ar important They were to meet at the opera house

Please tell me this is all over and we finally have Arh her worry She always prayed when she was on a stakeout Tonight, she just prayed that Connor wouldn’t do anything stupid

“I hope you have good news,” she said on a hopeful breath

His slightly British accent tickled at her earlobe “Gilbert, we’ve got a problem”

Well, that didn’t take long She’d only been paired as Randall’s handler for a week or so, and thathi for over a year now