She pulled her hand free and hurried forward, calling out, “Please hold it. I have looked everywhere for my key. I must send an email.” She gave him her biggest smile.
Balding and pudgy, he grinned and held the door. “Come on in. I’ve had the same problem before.”
She thanked him and waited until he chose a computer before she took a seat away from him. Using a prepaid credit card, she activated the computer and hammered keys, entering a complicated password. On the backend of the webpage, she flipped through documents, slowing at the boat picture in the high school paper. No school picture, huh? Sharp cheeks on his handsome face as if food had been hard to come by. Dark hair hung to his shoulders. He wore a five o’clock scruffy beard and his jeans and T-shirt sagged on that body but wouldn’t on his bulked-up one today.
How could he be connected to that woman who had the boat?
Hallene enlarged the photo and stared into intense eyes she’d never forget.
Midnight was right. She couldn’t do this alone.
Someone in Clercville, Maine had to know something about the woman and that boat. The woman might or might not know Leclair, but Hallene believed Midnight was on the trail.
If she found Leclair, she’d make a deal with him.
A deal he could not refuse.
Chapter 11
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Sam banged the hammeragainst a pussy nail that refused to go in straight. He cursed after the third strike then ripped out the bent nail that should have been a staple.
How could Nitro do this to him?
At least Nitro had agreed to only one week.
But that didn’t mean Sam would return to the FALCA team next Tuesday. If Sam got a call from Logan this week instead of Nitro, his chance of staying with the team would be too low to calculate.
That was enough for him to have a sleepless week. He could not lose this position with HAMR. He would be given back his original identity. That was the last thing he wanted.
He worked to prove he was not some hothead that attacked his father. Logan knew the truth. Knew seventeen-year-old Sam had been trying to save his mother. He’d failed her. Failed his sister. Hell, he might have failed yet another female. He still didn’t know if that long-legged blonde had escaped the mansion, but he would not regret waiting seconds in case she had called to him.
He hoped that one decision had not cost him everything.
One week in Clercville would be cruel and unusual punishment for a criminal.
