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“Tell us who or I break another and another until you won’t be able to pour drinks with that hand, and then I’ll move on to the other.”

“Big Bill,” he grunted.

They exchanged a glance. “Yeah, we’re not from around here,” Aiden said. “We’re going to need a last name.”

“Walsh. Big Bill Walsh.”

“Why didn’t you go with your buddies?” she asked.

“I busted my knee a couple of years ago. Forced retirement. I’m no good to them anymore out there like this.”

“Why was Devlin hired for the job?”

She grabbed his middle finger when Jeff didn’t immediately answer her question.

“Because Big Bill wants Edgar Plinski. The guy’s a rat who killed his sister.”

Aiden hadn’t seen that coming. Most in WITSEC were some brand of criminal, but Edgar didn’t seem the murdering kind. The Department of Justice was certainly unaware of the allegation. If it was true, he’d be out of the program, since the immunity deal that he’d been given didn’t cover murder.

“Why is Big Bill offering so much money for any information Plinski might have in his possession?” Charlie asked, on a roll.

“Big Bill needs it. The other bosses are slowly squeezing him out. Enzo Romero already took half of his casino. It’s only a matter of time before he ends up floating in the river. No fingertips. No dental records. That’s if the FBI who’ve got him under surveillance don’t arrest him first.”

“Which casino?” Aiden asked.

“Which?” Jeff made it sound as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “The only real one in the city. Windfall.”

“Hey!” someone called from the street. “What are you doing? Jeff? Is that you?”

“Time to go,” Aiden said to Charlie.

Shots rang out as they took off down the alley.

Chapter Eleven

A second shot was fired somewhere behind them.

They rounded the corner, sprinted down the pavement and took another right turn, running side by side.

At the car, Aiden slid in behind the steering wheel and fired up the engine as Charlie dropped into the passenger seat. Without waiting for her to close the door, he swerved into traffic and peeled off down the street.

Pure adrenaline pumped in her blood and her head buzzed, but her thoughts circled around one thing.

Aiden Yazzie kissed me! Something she’d longed for and dreaded all at once.

And she had kissed him back. Without thinking, without choosing. It had been as necessary as breathing, and stopping hadn’t even been a whisper in her head.

His sexy mouth, his hot tongue... When they’d touched hers, everything had trembled. Her lips, her limbs, her bones, her heart. She would’ve sworn that the car had shaken.

He’d kissed her so deeply that she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. She’d forgotten the rules, the boundaries, her name.

It was a good thing they’d been in a car parked on a city street. If they’d been anywhere remotely private, there would’ve been no stopping. The tension and touching would’ve grown hot and feverish, turning volcanic, until they were both ready to explode, their bodies demanding a release.

Arousing, erotic, enthrallingly rough images flooded her mind.

Crap. What the hell did this mean?

Did she really want to know?