TWENTY-SEVEN
“If the Laird was here, he’d order you flogged.”
The deep voice came from within Shea’s dark motel room. Though the unexpected sound startled her, it wasn’t frightening because she quickly identified who it belonged to.
A lamp went on in the corner. Feelings of betrayal and anger surged through her. Subduing them to blink at the man in the chair beside the light, she tried to keep a tight rein on her cool.
“Isn’t this an unexpected reunion,” she drawled and folded her arms. “I’d say it’s good to see you, Diego, except, if I did, I would be lying.”
“Why the hell are we getting reports of you working for Zogden?”
Seemed to her that should be self-explanatory. “Because I work for Zogden,” she said. Diego rose from the chair. “I’m glad to hear those security agents I’m not s
