Page 95 of Risky Obsession

Gunter stumbled forward and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes flared when he saw Kane. “You!” His jaw dropped.

“Shut up and move.” Kane’s tone was manly and mean.

And totally sexy.

Gunter’s shoulders shuddered and as we ushered him down the dimly lit hallway, my heart hammered to a wild beat. I was supposed to be a cop, upholding the law, and in the space of ten minutes, I’d committed theft and abduction at gunpoint.

I am going to hell!

As if we planned it, Kane and I walked Gunter past several rooms before I nodded at a door that was slightly ajar.

“In there.” I pressed the lipstick into Gunter’s back.

Kane pushed open the door, and I gave Gunter a shove in his back. The room was dark, and a faint glow came from a massive window with heavy velvet curtains draped to either side casting shadows across stacks of boxes along one wall. Kane locked the door behind us.

“What do you want?” Gunter’s voice wavered.

“We want answers.” Kane pulled a chair out from a large wooden desk. “Sit.”

As Gunter shuffled to the seat, I shoved the lipstick away before he saw I wasn’t actually armed.

Kane grabbed Gunter’s biceps and forced him onto the seat. “Start talking!”

“I don’t know anything.” His voice elevated a few notches.

I joined Kane’s side. “Who are you working for?”

“Nobody. I’m a guest speaker at this gala, that’s all.”

“You saw something on our map. What was it?”

His bushy eyebrows thumped together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I pulled out another chair and sitting opposite him, I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Gunter, here’s what we know. We showed you a map yesterday and you saw something on it that made your eyes light up. You closed your shop and followed us to find out where we went. Then you hired someone to kill us and steal the map from us.”

“What?” His eyes grew enormous. “I never hired anyone to kill you. I’d never do that!”

“We were attacked by a man who tried to steal my map.” Kane’s tone was firm and commanding.

“I don’t know anything about that,” Gunter stuttered. “I swear.”

“Who did you tell about us?” I asked.

Gunter’s knuckles bulged as he clasped his hands in his lap.

Kane leaned on the desk, getting in Gunter’s face. “Who did you tell about us?”

Gunter shook his head, and he twisted his hands into knots.

“What did you see on the map?” I asked.

He clenched his jaw.

“Gunter, I was an interrogation specialist in the military,” Kane said with incredible restraint. “You need to understand that I have punishingways to make you talk. We can either ask you politely, or things can get very bloody. You have ten seconds to decide.”

Gunter shuddered. “I don’t know anything. I swear.”

“Eight seconds.”