Nicholas had spoken quietly on his cell phone for the past five minutes, but Nell had only caught one word in five.She watched her father’s friend put away his phone. When he turned around, his face was grim. “She’s not involved. I want that absolutely clear.”Neither Dakota nor his friend responded.“What agency do you represent?”The man called Teague flashed a badge that only Nicholas Draycott could see. Apparently it was enough to satisfy the Englishman.“I see. In that case your people messed up. That’s why Nell’s father contacted me. He knew what was going to happen because he was approached before he left prison.”“Approached by who?” Dakota’s gaze didn’t leave the road.“An inmate who wanted help to sell a major piece of stolen art. He wanted Jordan’s contacts. When Jordan refused, the man threatened him. He threatened to hurt Nell, too.”Nell looked out at the rain, breathing hard. Now she understood. They had tried to pull her father back in, and he’d gone to the only person he could trust, his old friend from British intelligence.
