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He winked at her. “Don’t worry, pixie. I’m good with my hands.”

She rolled her eyes. Her phone vibrated. “Okay. A company rented the cars. The company’s called Genesis Inc. Let me do some digging.” She wished she had her tablet or laptop. It was hard to do everything on her phone, even though her phone had lots of special upgrades that she’d added herself.

The phone rang and she saw Devyn’s name pop up. Jet hit the speaker.

“Where are you guys?” Devyn asked. “We’ve already met the contact.”

“Um, we collected some company,” Jet told her.

“Are you all right?” Killian’s sharp voice came across the line.

“Well, I’m currently in a high-speed car chase through Paris, so all right might be a stretch.”

“Shade?”

“I’ve got it, Steel.”

There was a beat of silence. “Our contact said there are lots of interested parties who want the drone technology. The Chinese. The Russians. A warlord in Sudan. The Taliban.”

“And a partridge in a pear tree,” Jet quipped, dryly.

Cain flashed a quick grin at her. “The Russians are too tied up with skirmishes. The Taliban don’t have the money or resources.”

“The contact thinks the buyer is someone else,” Devyn said. “A broker.”

“Arms dealer?” Cain mused.

“Most likely,” Killian agreed.

“Okay, let me find out who’s following us, then we’ll meet you back at the hotel.”

“I’ve one more contact to meet,” Devyn said.

The black SUV got close. Cain accelerated and turned down a narrow street. Jet gasped. The parked cars passed by with only an inch to spare.

“I need to meet this contact alone,” Devyn continued. “Or he won’t show.”

Across the line, Jet heard Killian growl.

“You’ll spook him, Steel,” she said. “I’ll be fine. I’m a big, dangerous girl.”

“I won’t be far away,” Killian said.

“I know.”

“If you two are done,” Cain said, “we have a car chase to deal with.”

“Stay safe,” Killian said.

Jet ended the call, just as Cain wrenched the wheel. She braced a hand on the seat and gritted her teeth. They sped through a tunnel. She blinked and frowned.

God, was this tunnel where Princess Diana had died? As he weaved through the traffic, the air lodged in her throat. She really hoped they didn’t crash in here.

She glanced in the mirror again and saw only the BMW behind them now.

They sped out of the tunnel.

There was more traffic ahead, and she saw a large park. Cain turned sharply, narrowly avoiding a car, and shot down another street.

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