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way for you to assist her, that's fine. And that's the best I can do for you."
She turned around and walked out, leaving the two Secret Service agents and the two FBI agents
measuring one another across the expanse of the conference table.
"I want a close-up look at your surveillance system and an overview of your tactical routines," Doyle
finally demanded of Mac, trying to regain some semblance of dominance.
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Mac stood politely, taking a page from his commander's book, and said, "I can show you the relay
station and the closed-circuit monitors. Right this way." He ignored Doyle's hard stare and his obvious
displeasure. He wasn't going to offer any information on their video camera placement, building motion
sensors, advance site preparation protocols or anything else without the Commander's clearance.
Stark and Savard sat in silence for a moment. Start considered any number of options, including her
preference, which was to stick Savard with Mac in the control room. She was still smarting from the fact
that she had been the object of an internal FBI review and had actually been considered a suspect in the
shooting that almost killed her commander. She was also struggling with her own guilt over the fact that
she had allowed Egret to unwittingly place herself in danger by eluding their surveillance. She needed to
make amends, if to no one other than herself, and she wasn't going to miss her opportunity to do that.
She didn't want any interference from the FBI.
"I'm not trying to take your job," Savard said, surprising Stark with her bluntness. "I'm just trying to do
mine."
Stark blushed, wishing that she were better at hiding her feelings. She envied the Commander her ability
to keep all of her feelings inside, something she had not yet learned to do. She regarded the other woman
steadily, thinking that she didn't quite fit the standard FBI mold. She wore the requisite navy blue jacket
and slacks, with a tailored pale blue shirt and the hint of a bulge over her left hip where her weapon was
holstered.Cross draw , Stark thought absently. She was fit looking and projected an air of confidence,
but Stark would've expected that as well. What she hadn't expected was the challenge in her intense blue
eyes that was surprisingly without malice. She also couldn't help noticing that Savard was beautiful,
beautiful in the way that cover models were beautiful, with elegant cheekbones and an exotic expression
that suggested the Islands lingered somewhere not far in her background. Stark tried not to think about
that as she answered, "My job is to safeguard the President's daughter. I'm not sure what your job is
supposed to be."
"My job is to apprehend Lover Boy. Since Egret is what we have in common, I suggest we try to work
together."
"I already have a partner," Stark said, but her resistance was wavering. It was hard not to respond to
Renee Savard's compelling directness. "But there's room for a third," she finally relented, "as long as you
don't interfere with me doing my job."
Renee Savard studied her opposite number. She envied Paula Stark. It was clear that Stark's formidable
commander respected her abilities and awarded her with the appropriate responsibility. She wished very
much that she could expect the same from Patrick Doyle, but she certainly didn't count on it. She had to
admit, she also liked the way the dark haired, feisty young agent tilted her chin in a faintly aggressive
posture as she staked out her territory. Under other circumstances, she might have considered her cute.
"That seems fair to me," Savard said, standing and extending her hand across the table. "Looking
forward to working with you, Agent Stark."
Chapter twelve
"Is Egret in the aerie?" Cam asked the agent who was simultaneously watching a bank of six monitors
displaying strategic points throughout the apartment building and running a real-time video of the previous
twelve hours that had been captured by the cameras mounted at each corner of the external perimeter.
He was able to view foot and vehicular traffic directly in front of the building for any time and from almost
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any direction he chose.
Without taking his eyes off the screens, he answered, "No ma'am. She went upstairs briefly and then
directly into the park."
Cam glanced at the far upper-right monitor that showed a panoramic view of Gramercy Park, the
block-wide private park across the street from Blair's apartment building. It was surrounded by towering
pre-war buildings and completely enclosed with a high wrought-iron fence. She couldn't actually make
visual contact with Blair, the foliage was too dense to permit that. Nevertheless, she looked for her.
"That's where I'll be," she finally said.
"Roger that," he said, making a note on his handheld personal unit about something he had seen on the
video that he wanted to review from a different angle.
Cam was very much aware that Patrick Doyle was still on site, but she had absolutely no intention of
being his tour guide. She had work to do, and her most immediate duty was to inform Blair that she could
expect several new faces in her security detail. Unfortunately, that was the least difficult of the topics they [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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way for you to assist her, that's fine. And that's the best I can do for you."
She turned around and walked out, leaving the two Secret Service agents and the two FBI agents
measuring one another across the expanse of the conference table.
"I want a close-up look at your surveillance system and an overview of your tactical routines," Doyle
finally demanded of Mac, trying to regain some semblance of dominance.
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Mac stood politely, taking a page from his commander's book, and said, "I can show you the relay
station and the closed-circuit monitors. Right this way." He ignored Doyle's hard stare and his obvious
displeasure. He wasn't going to offer any information on their video camera placement, building motion
sensors, advance site preparation protocols or anything else without the Commander's clearance.
Stark and Savard sat in silence for a moment. Start considered any number of options, including her
preference, which was to stick Savard with Mac in the control room. She was still smarting from the fact
that she had been the object of an internal FBI review and had actually been considered a suspect in the
shooting that almost killed her commander. She was also struggling with her own guilt over the fact that
she had allowed Egret to unwittingly place herself in danger by eluding their surveillance. She needed to
make amends, if to no one other than herself, and she wasn't going to miss her opportunity to do that.
She didn't want any interference from the FBI.
"I'm not trying to take your job," Savard said, surprising Stark with her bluntness. "I'm just trying to do
mine."
Stark blushed, wishing that she were better at hiding her feelings. She envied the Commander her ability
to keep all of her feelings inside, something she had not yet learned to do. She regarded the other woman
steadily, thinking that she didn't quite fit the standard FBI mold. She wore the requisite navy blue jacket
and slacks, with a tailored pale blue shirt and the hint of a bulge over her left hip where her weapon was
holstered.Cross draw , Stark thought absently. She was fit looking and projected an air of confidence,
but Stark would've expected that as well. What she hadn't expected was the challenge in her intense blue
eyes that was surprisingly without malice. She also couldn't help noticing that Savard was beautiful,
beautiful in the way that cover models were beautiful, with elegant cheekbones and an exotic expression
that suggested the Islands lingered somewhere not far in her background. Stark tried not to think about
that as she answered, "My job is to safeguard the President's daughter. I'm not sure what your job is
supposed to be."
"My job is to apprehend Lover Boy. Since Egret is what we have in common, I suggest we try to work
together."
"I already have a partner," Stark said, but her resistance was wavering. It was hard not to respond to
Renee Savard's compelling directness. "But there's room for a third," she finally relented, "as long as you
don't interfere with me doing my job."
Renee Savard studied her opposite number. She envied Paula Stark. It was clear that Stark's formidable
commander respected her abilities and awarded her with the appropriate responsibility. She wished very
much that she could expect the same from Patrick Doyle, but she certainly didn't count on it. She had to
admit, she also liked the way the dark haired, feisty young agent tilted her chin in a faintly aggressive
posture as she staked out her territory. Under other circumstances, she might have considered her cute.
"That seems fair to me," Savard said, standing and extending her hand across the table. "Looking
forward to working with you, Agent Stark."
Chapter twelve
"Is Egret in the aerie?" Cam asked the agent who was simultaneously watching a bank of six monitors
displaying strategic points throughout the apartment building and running a real-time video of the previous
twelve hours that had been captured by the cameras mounted at each corner of the external perimeter.
He was able to view foot and vehicular traffic directly in front of the building for any time and from almost
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any direction he chose.
Without taking his eyes off the screens, he answered, "No ma'am. She went upstairs briefly and then
directly into the park."
Cam glanced at the far upper-right monitor that showed a panoramic view of Gramercy Park, the
block-wide private park across the street from Blair's apartment building. It was surrounded by towering
pre-war buildings and completely enclosed with a high wrought-iron fence. She couldn't actually make
visual contact with Blair, the foliage was too dense to permit that. Nevertheless, she looked for her.
"That's where I'll be," she finally said.
"Roger that," he said, making a note on his handheld personal unit about something he had seen on the
video that he wanted to review from a different angle.
Cam was very much aware that Patrick Doyle was still on site, but she had absolutely no intention of
being his tour guide. She had work to do, and her most immediate duty was to inform Blair that she could
expect several new faces in her security detail. Unfortunately, that was the least difficult of the topics they [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]