Carter: The Sinner Saints #1 (2 page)

“I’m—”

Her bright blue eyes darted away from his, focusing sharply on something just behind him and shattering the moment. All the color drained from her face as she ducked her head.

“There’s another twenty in it for you if you put your arm around me right now,” she blurted out.

He swiveled around to see what had spooked her, just in time to see his man, Jake, breaking through the crowd. Rhys wasn’t far behind.

Carter couldn’t blame the woman for her reaction. There probably wasn’t a more intimidating pair on the planet. Of course, that was only half the reason he kept them on the payroll. They might be damned useful, but, after everything they’d been through together, these men were his family.

“Are those the guys that are after you?” he said, tilting his head in their direction.

“Yeah.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I thought you said they were scary.” Carter turned toward Jake and Rhys. “Is there a problem, gentlemen?”

Jake stopped short at Carter’s impersonal greeting and high-handed tone. His brows pulled down into a deep V above his eyes.

“Yeah, there is,” Jake said slowly. “That woman is—”

“Is not a problem,” Carter finished for him.

Rhys gave him a long look, his ice blue eyes narrowing. “You sure about that, because she—”

“Isn’t on the list? I know. The lady is with me, boys.”

“
Boys
?” Jake said. His jaw tightened as he took a step forward. Carter knew Jake wasn’t used to being talked down to and, by the looks of it, he didn’t like it one bit. Not by his boss. Maybe,
especially
, by his boss.

Rhys put his hand on Jake’s shoulder, stilling him. Jake turned his head. He caught Rhys’ pointed look and his stance relaxed a little…a very little.

“Sorry about the misunderstanding, sir,” Rhys said. “It looks like you have this situation under control.”

“I do,” Carter said.

“Yeah, our
deepest
apologies,” Jake said, giving Carter a belligerent smile as Rhys slowly pulled him back into the crowd. “
Sir
.”

Carter turned around to find his mystery woman staring at him with narrowed eyes. The left side of her mouth was quirked up at an angle that said that she didn’t quite believe what had just happened…and not in the good way.

“You chased them off?” she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism.

“I guess I did.”

“Just by telling them that I was with you?”

“Like you said, I’m not the kind of person people want to mess with.”

“Yeah,” she said, drawing out the word. She swept him up and down with a critical gaze, as if she was completely re-examining him.

So, maybe he’d laid it on a little too thick. But that was all right. He could recover. It couldn’t be too hard to regain her trust.

“Where were we?” Carter cocked his shoulder against the wall and gave her his best bedroom smile, the one that had slipped more than a couple of secrets from the lips of beautiful women around the globe. He lazily raised his hand to tuck a stray hair that had come loose behind her ear. “That’s right. You were about to tell me your name.”

She handed him her empty glass. “I really should be going.”

Okay. Maybe it was going to take a little more damage control than he first thought.

“Why would you want to do that?” he whispered.

She looked over his shoulder again. Her eyes went wide. “Because your friends are coming back.”

Carter spun around. He scanned the crowd for Jake and Rhys, but they weren’t there.

His shoulders fell as he heard the soft sound of the metal door that led to the back stairwell clicking closed behind him.

He turned around and looked at the empty space by the wall.

She was gone.

She’d bolted.

Correction—she’d played him and then she’d bolted. Just like she’d done to Rhys and Jake. Not a good night for Macmillan Security.

Though somehow, Carter felt a wave of admiration toward the woman who’d given him the slip. It was a rare creature that could elude one ex-Special Forces operative, let alone three. Of course, that only made him more determined to find her and figure out exactly who she was and what she was up to.

Chapter Two

Ally Weaver hiked up the long skirt of her dress and took the stairs two at a time. The metal steps rattled with each fall of her sneakers, but there was no way around it. She just hoped that the noise from the party drowned out the clatter.

She didn’t have any more time to waste. Her plan had been to be in and out of Fuller’s office building in less than ten minutes, but she’d blown that timeline just trying to get her foot in the door. Fuller’s private security guys hadn’t batted an eye as she’d tucked herself into a cluster of Sacramento’s elite entering the private event together.

But the other two guys, they were a whole other story. They’d spotted her right away, and proved a lot harder to slip away from than Fuller’s usual corporate thugs. If it wasn’t for her little interlude with Mr. Sexy Pants, Ally had no doubt her butt would be landing on the pavement this very moment.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d managed to get rid of her pursuers a little too easily.

Not that it mattered what excuse she came up with for ditching him. She just needed to get moving. She couldn’t afford to waste any more time, especially not admiring strong stubble-lined jaws and chiseled cheekbones. Too bad. Under any other set of circumstances, Ally had a feeling she wouldn’t mind lingering by his side all night.

But not even a gorgeous pair of honey-brown eyes would save her if Fuller’s team discovered her in the building.

Ally reached the second floor and peeked through the window cut into the stairwell door, but she couldn’t make out much of anything through the narrow reinforced strip of glass.

She drew in a deep breath before she risked cracking the door. No sirens blared as it inched open. No security lights flashed.

So far, so good. She swung the door open another couple of inches and poked her head out into the hallway.

It was clear. Just rows and rows of office doors, each with a handy brass nameplate square in the center.

Good. Because other than the second floor of Fuller’s office building, Ally had no idea where she was going. She only had a name.

She rushed down the line of doors looking at the names as she went. She was all the way down at the end before she found the one she wanted.

Harvey Price. Chief of Staff.

A chill ran up Ally’s spine as she looked at the nameplate. She repeated the same vow that had been running on a constant loop in her mind all day.

You didn’t die in vain, Harvey. I’ll see this through. I swear it.

Ally tried the doorknob. It didn’t budge. She hadn’t really expected it to.

From inside her shoe she pulled a half-melted pass card. She wiped some of the excess ash away on the side of her dress and lifted it up to the reader, but not before mouthing a silent prayer.

She’d pulled in every favor she could to get the charred card, and now she was afraid to use it. Craig, her friend at the medical examiner’s office said he’d tested it and the RFID tag was still functioning. It was hard to believe that anything had survived the fire that had engulfed Harvey Price’s car.

Harvey certainly hadn’t.

One moment, he’d been talking to her on the phone, and the next he was gone. Just like that.

At first, Ally had just thought that they’d been cut off. But a few minutes later, she’d caught sight of the breaking news story on the television. A fireball on the Capital City Freeway. A burned out car. One fatality.

Ally didn’t need to hear confirmation of the victim’s identity. Deep in her gut she already knew.

She passed the remains of the card in front of the scanner, and let out a long breath as the red light turned green. A soft click sounded as the lock on the door slid back. She quickly turned the knob and stepped inside. The door automatically closed behind her.

Ally’s mouth flattened into a hard line as her gaze swept over Harvey Price’s office. Of course, the man had to have the biggest damned corner office in the damned building, other than Fuller’s, that was. There were books and papers everywhere. She spotted three computers, one large one on the desk and two closed laptops on the bookshelves behind it. This was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack.

But standing slack-jawed wasn’t getting her any closer to finding it. The information that had gotten Harvey killed was somewhere in this room. And Ally was determined to find it.

And then she was going to show it to the world.

It was the least she could do.

She couldn’t ditch the guilt that gnawed at the pit of her stomach. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t been the one to reach out to Harvey. He’d contacted her.
With very important information
, he’d said.
Fuller’s gone too far this time. Can’t let this one go. Can’t sleep at night.

Well, now neither could she.

Ally strode over to the desk and started rummaging through the piles of documents.

She didn’t find anything. It probably would have helped if she knew what she was looking for, but Harvey hadn’t trusted her with that vital piece of information yet. He hadn’t trusted anyone.

Rightfully so, it turned out.

Still, there were no files labeled
Top Secret
or
Confidential
. No red flags that she could see. She spun around to try her luck on the bookcase. She’d made it down to the second shelf when she heard the knock on the door behind her.

Ally spun around, her heart in her throat.

But she didn’t find a line of Buck Fuller’s armed thugs waiting for her. Of course, not. They wouldn’t have alerted her to their presence. They would have just shot her in the back.

Instead, Mr. Sexy Pants was leaning in the open doorway—the one she was certain that she’d closed tight behind her.

She narrowed her eyes as she straightened her spine. Just because he was damned handsome didn’t mean that she didn’t have to worry about him.

Don’t trust anyone.

How many times had Harvey told her that? And unless she wanted to end up the same way he did, she would do well to heed his advice.

“You?” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“Funny,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the jamb. Even though his body language was easy, his eyes were steady on her. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

“What does it look like? I’m ransacking an office.” She turned around and got back to work. Her time was limited. If this was the man Fuller had sent to get rid of her, there would be no talking him out of it. And if he wasn’t…well, then whatever his agenda was, he could just as well get on with it while she continued to look for Harvey’s information. “Your turn to answer the question.”

Ally heard his footsteps travel deeper into the room, followed by the door clicking closed behind him. “Following you. You disappeared down there in a hurry.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a busy woman,” she said, thumbing through a stack of manila folders.

Nothing. Ally turned around to find that Carter had stopped directly behind her.

“You want to tell me what you’re looking for?”

He was so close that Ally had to tilt her chin up to look him in the eye.

“Nope.” Ally stepped around him and toward the file cabinets on the far wall. He didn’t try to stop her, but Ally could feel the intensity of his gaze following her.

“Maybe I could help.”

“No, you couldn’t.” She threw open a drawer. “In fact, if you knew what was best for you, you’d hightail it back down the stairs.”

“That’s the problem.” His voice was close again. His breath caressed the top of her ear. “I rarely do what’s best for me.”

Ally spun around and, this time, smacked right into his chest. She put her hands out to steady herself. She could feel right through the thin material of his shirt to the brick wall underneath. Was the man a solid mass of muscle? There was no give to him. None.

Especially not with his incessant questioning.

“All right,” she said, finally getting around to pulling her hands away from his body. Better late than never. “Who are you?”

“I told you, Car—”

“Carter, right. I don’t care about your name.” It looked like if she wanted specific answers, she was going to have to ask specific questions. “Do you work for Fuller?”

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before he answered, long enough for Ally’s heart to jump into her throat.

“Not usually,” he said.

She took another step back…like that extra eight inches was going to save her.

“What the hell does that mean?”

He reached into his inner jacket pocket. Ally instinctually stumbled back toward Harvey’s desk at the move.

“It’s okay,” he said, shooting her a smile. He slowly pulled out his hand. Pinched between two fingers was a business card. He held it out toward her.

Ally stared at the card stock rectangle for a long moment before lifting her gaze to Carter’s soft brown eyes. “What’s that?” she asked.

He raised his brows. The
what the hell does it look like
was implied. He kept it held out in front of him, his arm never wavering, as she made up her mind. Slowly, she closed the gap between them. The second she was in reach, she snatched the card out of his hand and held it up.

Carter Macmillan. Macmillan Security.

She knew the card was supposed to calm her down. Carter didn’t really work for Congressman Fuller. Not really. But her heart didn’t slow down. If anything it started pounding harder.

“You’re private security?” A shake crept into her voice as she asked. “Hired just for the party tonight?”

Carter nodded. “That’s right.”

“And those men that I slipped past were yours?”

“Two of the most highly trained men in the field. Which makes you very impressive, Miss…”

Ally waved her hand, both to brush off his praise and his weak attempt to ascertain her identity. There were more important things she needed to know.

“Fuller didn’t happen to call you about this job on short notice, did he?”

Carter nodded. Slower this time. His gaze became curious. “Just this afternoon. Why do you ask?”

“Because, I hate to be the one to break it to you Mr. Macmillan, but you’re being set up. Both of us are.”

His body went stiff, his shoulders squaring. Now he even looked like a brick wall.

“What are you talking about?” His voice was all business now. Not a lick of that sexy drawl remained.

Unfortunately, Ally didn’t have time for soothing his injured pride. If Fuller was running the same game he had back in Rome that meant he was desperate to get rid of her. She had mere minutes to find where Harvey had hidden his secrets. Maybe not even that long. She started pulling files off the shelves, praying that something would literally jump out at her.

“Three years ago, Fuller was with a delegation of congressmen in Rome when an investigative reporter started asking some very direct questions about secret dealings between Russian oil companies and Fuller’s old company, Allied Dynamics. Fuller said the claims were baseless, and that he’d quit the board years ago, but the reporter insisted he had proof that Fuller had profited directly from the transaction,” Ally explained as she dug into another pile. “That night, Fuller went to a gala thrown in the delegation’s honor. He insisted on extra security, which his aide hired that morning. Two hours later the reporter was shot dead in the upper level of the palace.”

A second of silence ticked by as Ally moved on to the next pile.

“What does that have to do with us?” Carter asked.

“Everything,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “Fuller claimed the reporter had snuck into the palace and the over-eager security force had been the ones to take him down. But there was no sign of forced entry, and everyone who worked for the security firm swore they never saw the man, let alone shot him.”

Ally glanced up to see Carter leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he had a far away look in his eye, like the pieces were falling into place in his mind.

“Fuller used the supplemental security team as a scapegoat,” he said.

“The perfect scapegoat.” Now that he was up to speed, Ally turned back to the job in front of her. “He even made sure to match the firearms and bullets that the security firm used.”

Carter pushed off the wall and walked toward her. “That doesn’t explain who you are or what you broke in here to look for.”

“I’m this year’s model of pesky reporter,” she said. “I am looking for evidence of how much of a monster Fuller really is.”

“Russian oil dealings?”

Ally shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“
Don’t think
?” Carter propped his arms on Harvey’s desk. “You’re in here risking your life, and you don’t even know what you’re looking for?”

Ally straightened her spine. Two could play at this indignant game.

“Two days ago, I received a call from Harvey Price, Fuller’s Chief of Staff. He said he had some very big information to spill. He said it was terrible, worse than anything that Fuller had ever tried to get away with before. Harvey told me that if anyone found out he was the leak, he was a dead man.”