The door opened. A dark-haired man probably in his mid thirties stood there dressed in a navy blue dress suit. He nodded at Luke as he entered. “Morning.”
“Morning. Evers, this is Claire Oliver. Claire, Jake Evers, FBI.”Claire half rose to shake the hand he offered. “Hi.”“Hello.” Evers released her hand and glanced at Luke. “You tell her?”“Just did. She’s doing fine.”She didn’t feel fine, Claire thought as she sank back into her chair and Evers moved past her to another. Her hands were clammy and her insides were in knots.Luke turned his head and smiled at someone else in the doorway. “Hey.”Claire looked over in time to see a familiar face appear. Pam Webster, part owner and head of L.J Corp Security. Delighted, she smiled too and started to rise then spotted a second man behind her. For a second her heart stuttered but then he came into the light and she recognized Alexaner Kane
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