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by Kaylea Cross

  Dennis pressed the intercom button. A few moments later, a tentative “Who is it?” was heard in response.

  “Hey there, Peter. It’s Janet and Dennis. Let us in.”

  Agitated shuffling erupted from the receiver. “I wish you would have called me. This isn’t a good time for me, guys.”

  Dennis winked at Janet, as though implying that he knew something she did not. “We won’t take long, Peter. Come on, you’re not going to leave your colleagues standing out in the cold, are you?”

  The intercom buzzed, and Dennis pushed the front door, holding it open for Janet. “Which is Laskin’s apartment?” Janet asked.

  “Six A. Up to the sixth floor we go.” Dennis pointed to the staircase.

  “No elevator? Great.”

  “Trust me, if my instinct is correct, and it usually is, the exercise will be well worth it.”

  “Trust you? That’s the one thing that’s becoming increasingly difficult to do,” Janet retorted.

  “After you, my lady.” Dennis beamed, pretending not to have heard her.

  Five minutes later Janet was panting for breath, unpleasantly aware of the perspiration mist on her back.

  “Ready?” asked Dennis, who somehow managed to look as cool as a cucumber.

  “I need to start doing more cardio,” Janet gasped.

  “See? There are benefits to this little excursion already.”

  The sign on the wall listed the location of the apartments by letters. A was on the right side of the floor.

  Dennis rapped his knuckles on Laskin’s door.

  “I think we’ll get a quicker response if we use the bell.” Janet pushed the doorbell button.

  “Have it your way.”

  There was a sound of hurried footsteps on the other side of the door, after which the door opened slightly, revealing Laskin behind it.

  “I told you this isn’t a good time!” Laskin mumbled, keeping the door half closed. “Can’t this wait till tomorrow?”

  “Procrastination is the mother of all vices.”

  “Huh?”

  Before Laskin could react, Dennis jammed his foot in the doorway and shoved the door to the side with Laskin still clinging to the doorknob.

  “Thank you for your hospitality, Peter.” Dennis took off his jacket and hung it on a coat hanger. “Please, allow me,” Dennis took Janet’s coat off her hands.

  “Take off your shoes!” Laskin demanded. “I just vacuumed.”

  Dennis strolled into the living room, ignoring Laskin’s request. “Your obsession with cleanliness is unhealthy, Peter.”

  Janet had expected Laskin’s apartment to reflect the man’s personality, and in many ways it did. From the simple couch that occupied the majority of the living room, to the TV stand, to the small bookcase in the corner, everything was in pristine order with not a single object out of place. What Janet did not expect to see was a dining table romantically set with candles and crystal champagne flutes.

  “Planning a party, are we? Or perhaps a tryst?” Dennis lifted one of the flutes and twirled it in his fingers.

  “Put that down! It belonged to my grandmother.” Laskin leapt across the room and attempted to pry the crystal out of Dennis’s hands.

  Dennis nimbly averted Laskin’s grasp. Turning his back toward him, Dennis lifted the flute to his eyes. “Indeed, the workmanship is remarkable,” he added, still holding the glass in his hand. “So, who is the lucky lady?”

  “No one of any interest to you,” Laskin snapped.

  “You are being extremely rude, Peter.”

  “I’m being rude? You’re the one who barged into my apartment, and now you’re threatening to ruin my date.”

  Janet felt bad. From the amount of hours that Laskin spent at the office, she knew that he rarely got out. He was always taking on extra projects or volunteering to help other analysts on their cases. Janet guessed that Laskin did it so that he would not have to go home and be alone, and now that the poor guy had finally gotten a break, they were ruining Laskin’s chances. “I’m sorry, Peter. We didn’t know you were so busy. We’ll come back later.” Janet grabbed Dennis’s arm. “Let’s go.”

  Dennis took Janet’s hand into his own and slowly loosened her grip. “Hold on, Janet. Tell me, Peter, why did you say that the search on Rover executives did not produce any leads?”

  Janet was still recovering from the sensation of Dennis’s hand holding hers, so it took her a moment to notice the crimson color of Laskin’s face.

  “Because … Because it didn’t,” Laskin replied.

  Peter Laskin was an excellent analyst who had many skills, but bluffing was not one of them. Janet glanced at the triumphant grin on Dennis’s face—the man definitely knew something that she did not.

  “Do you really like her that much, Peter?” Dennis glared at Laskin. “Is she more important to you than your friends?”

  “Who?” Laskin’s voice cracked. Obviously these two knew something that Janet did not; her eyes dashed from Dennis’s stern face to Laskin’s flabbergasted one.

  “You are insulting my intelligence, Peter. But I’ll spell it out for you if you wish. Aileen Finnegan.”

  “What about her?” Laskin whimpered.

  “You’ve got the hots for her, that’s what, and you’re willing to jeopardize this operation to get laid. But I won’t let that happen.”

  Janet eyed Dennis dubiously. Perhaps the man was getting paranoid. To think that the straight-laced, do-it-by-the-book Laskin was dating Aileen Finnegan was too much to believe.

  “How did you guess?” Laskin croaked.

  “It was not that difficult, Peter. The background search on Rover’s executives showed that Kevan Magee and Cornelius Finnegan went to the same Catholic school.”

  “You ran the background search?” Laskin’s voice was filled with reverent awe. “But you hate that software. You never use it.”

  “So you thought that you could hide the fact that Kevan Magee went to the same school as Finnegan?”

  By now Janet had had enough. The entire situation was beginning to sound like an Agatha Christie mystery. “Who is Kevan Magee?”

  “Kevan Magee is on Rover’s board of directors,” Dennis announced triumphantly. “Every single large contract that Rover signs has to be approved by the board of directors. Magee is leaking tips to Finnegan, and Muller is trading for them through his charity.”

  “But how do we prove that Magee is actually leaking the information to Finnegan and Muller?” Janet cut in.

  “The timing of Muller’s trades, for one,” Dennis replied. “Phoenix Fund made killer profits on every single trade in stocks of companies that Rover awarded big contracts to.”

  “That’s not enough,” Janet argued. “We had far more evidence on Muller’s shenanigans through Emperial and the case still got thrown out for lack for evidence. And now we won’t just be going after Muller, we’ll be going after Finnegan too, and we’ll need bulletproof evidence.”

  “Precisely. And I think that Peter can help us with that.”

  Laskin threw up his arms. “What do you want me to say? I can’t tell you anything more than you already know.”

  “Perhaps we should wait for your date to get here. She might have something to contribute to the matter.” Dennis sat down on the couch. “Make yourself comfortable, Janet,” he added, patting the seat next to him, “it’s going to be a long night.”

  “Fine! I’ll tell you,” Laskin sighed. “But you have to promise to get out of here. And you have to promise not to hurt Aileen.”

  “Oh, man up, Peter! Do you think you are the only one who ever had to make a decision like that? How do you think I felt when I was doing undercover work at Bostoff? Janet was the assistant general counsel there. Do you think I liked the prospect of her being hurt by the investigation? No, siree, I didn’t, but I did what I had to do, and things worked out in the end. You have to do what’s right, Peter, even if it goes against your personal wishes.”

  “I�
�ll tell you everything tomorrow. Aileen is coming over in less than half an hour. You’ve got to leave.”

  “So you’ll have to make it quick then.” Dennis clasped his hands behind his head. “What did she tell you so far?”

  “Muller is being really mean to her. I think he’s using her to get to her father. She said that sometimes she’s not sure whether Muller is dating her or her father.” Laskin slapped his mouth, looking like a man who said something he should not have.

  “Really? How interesting. Did she by any chance say when they will be meeting next?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Dennis frowned. “Don’t lie to me, Peter.”

  Laskin sighed with resignation. “Yes, she did. Her father is supposed to meet Muller this Saturday.”

  “Do you know where?”

  “I don’t know exactly, but I suspect that it might be at Keens since Aileen had mentioned that it’s Finnegan’s favorite restaurant.”

  “Do you think you could confirm that with her tonight?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. She might not want to talk about it.”

  “Now, Peter, have a bit more faith in your powers of persuasion. If she doesn’t want to talk about her father, convince her to.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “If you really like this woman, I hope that you’ll be persuasive. On the other hand, we could forward the investigation to the Feds, and they will most definitely subpoena Aileen Finnegan for evidence.”

  Janet regarded Dennis with a shocked glance. He sounded so cold-blooded, so indifferent that she found it hard to believe that this was the same man she thought she knew.

  Laskin hung his head with the look of a resigned man. “You’ll get your information, but you have to promise me that you’ll spare Aileen the indignity of being questioned by the Feds. She has no idea about the scheme that her father and Muller are running, so leave her out of this.”

  “I will do my best, Peter. But you have to get us the information that we need to solve the case.”

  Janet shifted her seat across the couch to be as far away from Dennis as possible. She did not want to be a part of any of this. As far as she was concerned there was no “us” when it came to her and Dennis Walker.

  Laskin shook his head. “I guess I should have seen that one coming. In our line of work there are never any concrete promises. Serves me right for signing up for this charade in the first place.”

  Dennis got up from his seat and patted Laskin on the shoulder. “Cheer up, Peter. Things have a funny way of working out. There was a time when I had thought that Janet would hate me forever, but now we are not only colleagues but friends.”

  “I’m sorry, Peter,” was all Janet could manage. She wanted Muller and Finnegan to get the punishment they deserved. Even more so, she wanted Kingsley to get his. But as much as Janet longed to bring these scoundrels to justice, she did not want to do it at the expense of an innocent woman.

  “Oh, forget it. Once Aileen finds out the truth she’ll never want to see me again. If you want to get the information you’re after, you’d better get out of here and let me go on with my fake date.”

  Dennis squeezed Laskin’s shoulder. “I appreciate your help, Peter. Believe me, I understand how difficult it is for you, but no one ever said that our job is easy.”

  Silently, Janet slunk after Dennis as he headed for the door. The emotions inside her were too conflicted for her to speak.

  “I think that went rather well,” Dennis remarked once they were standing outside of Laskin’s building.

  Janet’s eyes flew wide open. “I think it was a horrible thing to do.”

  “A horrible thing to do?”

  “Yes, a horrible thing to do. And even worse, you dragged me into it. If I knew about the stunt you were going to pull in there, there’s no way I would have come with you.”

  “Are you telling me that having Muller get his justice served to him is a horrible thing to do? And let’s not forget Cornelius Finnegan and his honcho, Kingsley. Do you think that these crooks should be allowed to remain in public office, free to do whatever they please?”

  Janet felt Dennis’s stare burrowing into her face. When she looked up, she was stunned to see that his eyes were filled with genuine bewilderment. Up until now, she had thought those blue eyes to be sexy, playful, and warm, but now she thought them calculating and hateful.

  “I want Muller to get justice served to him as much as you do, probably more so. And God knows I have enough reasons to want to see Kingsley and Finnegan kicked out on their butts, but unlike you I still have some decency left.”

  “Decency left?”

  “Yes, decency. Don’t you think it’s wrong to use that poor woman? Don’t you even care about—” Janet cut herself short before she could blurt out what was truly on her mind.

  “Care about what?” Dennis moved toward her, standing so close that she could feel the heat emanating from his skin.

  Janet stared back at him. Don’t you care about me? She wanted to scream. Didn’t you care about me when you had me procure evidence for you for the Bostoff case? Or was I nothing but a source of information to you? But instead she said, “About the people involved.”

  “Of course I care. But Janet, one must consider the good of many versus the good of one person.”

  There, she had her answer. Janet hung her head to hide the tears that suddenly sprung up in her eyes. She felt like such an idiot. Why was it that she always ended up being attracted to the wrong guy? As it turned out, Dennis was no better than Alex. Dennis was just as ruthless and just as unprincipled. The only difference was that Dennis happened to play on a different side of the law—the side that just happened to be the right side—but the techniques that Dennis was willing to use to achieve his aim could hardly be called right.

  “Do you think I like the idea of praying on the emotions of a lonely woman in order to get the evidence?” Dennis continued, oblivious to Janet’s turmoil.

  “I don’t know. Do you?”

  Dennis’s expression darkened. “That was uncalled for. I think you know me better than that.”

  Do I? Janet wondered. At the moment, she had no idea who Dennis Walker was. “Do what you want, Dennis, but I no longer want anything to do with this case.”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Dennis Walker pushed his laptop away and checked his watch. Instead of enjoying his Friday night, he was cooped up inside his apartment, waiting for Laskin to call. It was getting close: if Muller was indeed going to meet with Finnegan this Saturday, Dennis would need to know the place of their rendezvous right about now in order to make all the necessary preparations. Laskin was sure taking his time, but Dennis would be damned if he made the first move. This was just like playing the stare game: whoever blinked first, lost.

  Laskin would call—Dennis was sure of it. Or at least he wanted to believe that he was sure of it because right now there were too many matters that he was unsure about. Like his investigation methods for one, and the reason he was in his profession for another. But right now was not the time to dwell on his doubts, just like it was not the time to think about the woman who had caused them: Janet Maple.

  Is there nothing you would stop at to solve a case? she had asked him. Janet’s outraged voice still rang in Dennis’s ears, and the repulsed expression on her face hung before his eyes. The honest answer to Janet’s question was no. No, he had stopped at nothing to solve a case until … until he met Janet Maple. If Dennis had known about the havoc Janet would bring into his life, he would have run in the opposite direction from the Bostoff Securities undercover assignment. Laskin had wanted the job, but Dennis had snatched it from under his nose, and now Dennis was paying the price—had been paying the price ever since Janet Maple crossed his path.

  Is there nothing you would stop at to solve a case? How could she ask him that when he had gone out on a limb in order to secure immunity for her and her friend Lisa during the
Bostoff investigation? How could Janet doubt him when he had done everything he could to ensure that Jon Bostoff would receive credit for his cooperation with the investigation? Another investigator would not have cared, but Dennis had put his neck on the line because he wanted a just outcome for the investigation. Jon Bostoff’s biggest offense was that he had been stupid enough to become Muller’s pawn. And as for Janet and Lisa, they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Muller was the true culprit.

  Dennis had even gone as far as putting in a good word for Janet with his boss at the Treasury. After all, Dennis felt responsible for Janet losing her job as assistant general counsel at Bostoff Securities, so he had gotten her a job at the Treasury Investigations department—a job that he knew she would be good at. Was it easy for him to come to work every day and see the woman he wanted to do a number of things to in the bedroom but instead having his interactions with her reduced to no more than a handshake and an occasional kiss on the cheek? No, but he did it anyway because he was a decent guy. And what was his reward? The case against David Muller was thrown out for lack of evidence, and Jon Bostoff was made the scapegoat. Hardly the career-making achievement Dennis had hoped the Bostoff / Muller case would be. Not to mention that Dennis’s boss was later fired to be replaced with the arrogant—and, as was now known, corrupt—Alex Kingsley. If this was not enough to make one go on the war path, Dennis did not know what was. He had thought that Janet was his wingman, but now that they were a mere hairbreadth away from getting the evidence they needed, Dennis learned that his wingman did not have his back.

  Is there nothing you would stop at to solve a case? Dennis shook his head. At the time, his plan had seemed perfect. How could he have ever predicted that Laskin would lose his head over Aileen Finnegan? Laskin who was Mr. Do-it-by-the-book and was always so eager to get out into the field? And what did Laskin do the moment he got into the field? Messed up the entire case. But apparently Janet thought it forgivable for Laskin to compromise the investigation, accusing Dennis of being in the wrong.