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for an unexpected tail. After a few minutes of silence, he offered a compliment.
    "You handled Rudy like a pro."
    Her tone chilled. "I am a pro."
    Kyle hid a grin. Touchy. He didn't doubt that the mysterious Phantom was one of the best, but she also had to be insane or inconceivably ambitious to live with a slimeball like Haroldson. What could possibly motivate a beautiful young woman to that extent?
    Despite doubts about her mental stability, he was finding her more intriguing by the minute. Which meant, the sooner they parted ways, the better. He didn't want or need involvement with a sexy, lunatic secret agent. He couldn't deny his yearning for uncomplicated feminine companionship, but there was nothing uncomplicated about his current companion.
    He'd be glad to have his end of the job finished. A heady sense of freedom rushed through him. In a couple of hours, he could head home to
Texas
and know he'd done his part in bringing Haroldson to justice. The thought brought a sweet surge of satisfaction.
    Samantha withdrew a cell phone from her bag. She punched in a series of numbers. He heard ringing and a pickup. She punched another series of numbers, and then snapped the phone closed.
    "Notifying someone?"
    "Sullivan. He'll know we're on our way when he gets a coded message from this number."
    It pleased him that she had mentioned Sullivan's name and that the two of them had the operation so ingeniously coordinated. That meant less chance of confusion or errors. Fewer risks meant higher achievement rates.
    "So you're the infamous Kyle Tremont?"
    He gave her a sharp glance. How had she learned his name? "You've been in regular contact with Sullivan? Wasn't that risky considering how close Haroldson has you guarded?"
    "I haven't talked to him, but I knew he planned to contact you. He promised me someone who couldn't be compromised. I've seen your photo in old agency files and read about a few of your accomplishments. I don't remember your hair being so dark. Dyed?"
    Kyle nodded, a wave of nostalgia tightening his gut. She was one of them, one of the FBI's elite force of undercover agents. He'd known a few female officers, and they had his utmost respect. Margie had worked twice as hard as a male agent and rarely got the recognition she deserved. The law-enforcement world was still a male-dominated profession.
    "You shed your blond locks pretty quick. Are you a natural redhead?"
      "No."
    She didn't elaborate, which stirred his imagination. When he realized how curious he was to know more about her, he abruptly halted the direction of his thoughts.
    She continued. "You earned quite a reputation with the agency."
    "Not all good," he qualified. "I hated the political games."
    "Is that why you quit the agency at the ripe old age of thirty? You just got fed up with the politics?"
    "Partly," he said.
    "So what made you decide to come out of retirement for this job? Did Sullivan call in markers or do you have a personal vendetta against Gregory?"
    Kyle ground his teeth to keep from growling that it was none of her business. Her questions ticked him off, but he supposed she had a right to ask.
    "I don't owe Sullivan any favors."
    His passenger wisely didn't pursue the subject. She could believe whatever she wanted, because he didn't plan to offer any details. She didn't need to know about Margie or the guilt that had haunted him for four years.
    Margie would have admired Samantha, he thought, his chest going tight. She'd always wanted to do undercover work. When she'd finally gotten her big chance, she'd walked into a trap that had cost her life. The memory made him angry and restless, so he changed the subject.
    "Do you have a name besides Phantom or Samantha?" he asked, studying her profile while she stared out the windshield. "Is that your real name or is it a top-level security secret?"
    She hesitated, glancing his way and then turning her attention forward. It was the first time she'd acted tentative about anything. Kyle found