he asked.
“Mayhew’s recent sales.”
“Will that give you enough info to slap him in jail?”
“We’ll see when I plug it in.” She took another drink and fingered the little black drive. “But before that—“ “What?”
“I need to call him.”
Mike’s eyes turned glassy. “Covering my ass?”
“Absolutely. He’s logically wondering who you are and why you barged in like Tarzan and hauled me away. I can’t let him question what’s going on. Do we chance he calls the police and says someone’s abducted his sales assistant?“ “You played it like you knew me.”
“Sure. And didn’t want to.”
He strode around the island and took her by the shoulders. “Listen to me. Don’t tell him where you are. Omega’s client wanted you safe. That’s why I went in there the way I did.”