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voice. “I was protecting my boss.”
    â€œWith a Glock?” Kincaid asked. “And against an unarmed woman?”
    â€œShe kicked me.”
    A hint of a smile turned his expression. “Yeah, I saw.”
    â€œI’m bringing charges.”
    â€œYou attacked her,” Kincaid snapped. “If I were you, I’d be real quiet right now.”
    The bodyguard ignored the suggestion. “Mr. Jorguson has known for a long time that the FBI has been tailing him and listening in on his private conversations. What you’re doing is illegal, but you people don’t play by the rules, do you?”
    â€œStop talking,” Kincaid said.
    Another agent grabbed hold of the bodyguard’s arm and led him away. He didn’t go peacefully. He was shouting for a lawyer.
    â€œHey, Ronan,” Kincaid shouted.
    The agent dragging the bodyguard away turned back. “Yeah?”
    â€œDid you see it?”
    Ronan smiled. “Oh yeah, I saw it all. After I put this clown in the back of the car, I’ll go get Jorguson.”
    Olivia glanced around the terrace. In all the commotion she hadn’t seen him slip away.
    Kincaid nodded, then turned back to her.
    â€œThe gun is under the table,” she offered.
    â€œI’ll get it,” Kincaid said.
    He walked over to her, and she flinched when he reached out to touch her. Frowning, he said, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see how bad it is.”
    â€œIt’s fine,” she insisted. “I’m fine.”
    He ignored her protest. He gently pushed her hair away from the side of her face. “Your cheek’s okay, but he really clipped your jaw. It’s already starting to swell. You need to put ice on it. Maybe I should take you to the emergency room, have a physician look at your arm, too. I saw the way he twisted it.”
    â€œI’ll be all right. I’ll ice it,” she promised when he looked like he wanted to argue.
    He took a step back and said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get to him faster.”
    â€œYou got here before he shot me. He really was going to shoot me, wasn’t he?” She was still astounded by the possibility and getting madder by the second.
    â€œHe might have tried,” he agreed.
    She frowned. “You’re awfully nonchalant about it.”
    â€œI would have taken him down before he shot you.”
    Her cell phone rang. She checked the number, then sent the call to voice mail. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man rounding the corner of the building and glaring at her. He stormed toward her, just as Kincaid bent to retrieve the bodyguard’s gun.
    â€œWhat the hell’s the matter with you?” the man shouted.
    Since he was wearing a gun and badge, she knew he was also FBI. “Excuse me?”
    â€œYou ruined a perfectly good sting. Were you wearing a wire? Did you get anything we could use? No, I didn’t think so. You weren’t supposed to be here until one. We weren’t ready.”
    The agent screaming at her was an older man, late fifties, she guessed. His face was bright red, and his anger could light fires.
    He moved closer until he was all but touching her, but she refused to be intimidated. “Stop yelling at me.”
    â€œShe’s not with the FBI,” Kincaid said.
    â€œHow . . .” The confused agent took a step back. He looked at Olivia, then at Kincaid.
    â€œI’d know if she was. Your undercover woman hasn’t shown up yet.”
    â€œTwo months’ planning,” the agent muttered. He pointed at Olivia. “Are you wearing a wire? Jorguson seems to think you are. Are you with a newspaper or—”
    â€œPoole, leave her the hell alone,” Kincaid said.
    Poole was staring at her chest. Uh-oh. Olivia knew where this was going.
    â€œIf you think you’re going to look for a wire, be advised. I’ll punch you, too,” she warned.
    Distraught to