Alan placed his glass in the sink.“Over my dead body,” Hunter growled.“If he wanted you dead, you would be. He knew where you were a year ago.” Alan held up the papers. “He obviously didn’t know about this, yet he still didn’t go after you. Now your disappearance actually makes sense,” Alan muttered.Under the table, Alexis placed a light hand on his knee. “He’s right. What if he can help us? This might be our best option.”He looked into her eyes and hated himself for what he saw there. For the pain he’d caused her. On one level what Alan said made sense. If Connor had wanted him dead, a trained sniper could have killed him a year ago, but it seemed he’d kept Hunter’s whereabouts a secret. He didn’t trust Connor, but if Alan thought he was giving up his information out of trust, Hunter could work that to his advantage. If he could set up a meeting with Connor he could finally get the answers he wanted.“I need to talk this over with Alexis.”His expression deadpan, Alan walked around the counter.
