Bodyguard With A Badge. Elizabeth Heiter

the same thing, but instead, that very first day, Cole had somehow known what he’d been through. He’d told Andre that things would be different now, because he had a big brother to watch out for him.

      The memories faded as Andre realized Scott had been saying something. “Sorry. What?”

      There was an audible sigh on the other end of the line. “What can I do?”

      “I was trying to keep you out of it. I don’t want to mess you up here.”

      “Yeah, well, I should have realized earlier you avoided my question about whether you’d seen Juliette leave Quantico. I’m in it now. We’re partners. I’ve got your back.”

      Andre smiled, knowing how lucky he’d been to have had Scott assigned as his partner. He’d gotten a whole new brother that day. “Thanks, man.”

      “Just try not to get us both kicked off the team for this, okay?”

      Scott’s tone was light, but Andre knew it was no joke. “We need to find the proof to connect her ex to the attempt on her life. And tomorrow, when I come in, I’ll bring Nadia’s weapon. I’ll say I found it in the parking lot. It will be kind of true.”

      “You’re coming in tomorrow?” Scott asked. “What about Juliette?” He paused. “Or do I call her Mya?”

      “Juliette.” Andre frowned. “Good point. I shouldn’t leave her by herself. I doubt Keane could track her to my place, but I don’t want to take any chances.”

      “Keane? That’s his name?”

      “Yeah. Dylan Keane. He’s a cop out of Pennsylvania. She saw him take a payoff connected to the murder of Kent Manning.”

      Scott swore. “Okay, tomorrow I’ll go see my fiancée and my sister at WFO, then use it as an excuse to drop in on the case agents, try to whisper that name in their ears and see what pops.”

      “I’m going to see what I can find from here.”

      “Good luck. And, Andre?”

      “Yeah?”

      “Try not to fall for this woman.”

      Too late. Instead of blurting his instant reaction, Andre replied, “I’ll do my best. Thanks for the help.”

      Then he opened up his laptop. “All right, Dylan Keane. Time to dig up your skeletons.”

       Chapter Six

      A soft thud woke Juliette from a deep sleep. She blinked, her heart racing, as she tried to get her bearings. She was lying under a soft blue coverlet in an unfamiliar room. For a minute, she panicked, until sleep cleared and she remembered. She was at Andre’s house.

      Everything was fine, she reminded herself. She tried to calm her pulse, which was still erratic, as if it knew something her brain didn’t. Then she heard it again: another noise, this time a thump. Like someone was in the house. Someone besides Andre, whom she’d heard go into the bedroom, away from the noise, hours ago.

      Judging by the darkness of the room, even with the shades partially open, it was the middle of the night. The sort of time someone would try to break in if they wanted to snatch her away while a federal agent slept in the next room.