DOMINIC (Dragon Security Book 3) by Glenna Sinclair Page B

terrorist cell we took down in Paris. They arrested him, but he came from a family with connections to the government. He was able to make a deal that allowed him to walk after just a couple of months. I think he’s been living in the United States ever since.”
    “Why would he come after Emily?”
    “Someone was tipped off to the fact that she was still looking at the case.”
    “Who?”
    He shook his head. “Emily was incredibly careful. If anyone was found out, it should have been me. I did some pretty stupid things…”
    “Like what?”
    “Like knocking out a couple of CIA agents and stealing files from their surveillance van.”
    “You’re kidding!”
    “No.” He studied my face a second. “When I left the Army, I took a job with this security firm in Houston. About seven months ago, I was helping my boss out with a personal case. There were these two CIA agents watching her in a white van. I broke in, knocked them out, and searched their computer to see if I could figure out what they were up to. While I was doing that, I found some information that I recognized from the Paris case.”
    “You stole it.”
    “I made a copy and sent it to Emily. She was still working through it when she died. At least, I thought she was.”
    “What was the information?”
    He shook his head, his eyes moving back to the computer screen. “Things like this, dates and times, names. Paperwork that named CIA agents who were working the case. Information on people we had yet to identify. Information that was invaluable to what Emily was trying to do.”
    “What was she doing?”
    “Finishing what we started.”
    “And that was?”
    Dominic was quiet for a second, his eyes moving slowly over my face. I thought for a second he wasn’t going to explain it to me, but then he sort of nodded, like he’d just been having an argument with himself.
    “While we were in Afghanistan, Emily stumbled over information that there was an ISIS group in Paris that was planning an attack on national monuments. She gave the information to her handlers, and they decided that she would be the best agent to follow up because she had the contacts in Afghanistan who could follow up with the information and because she was the same age as the people in Paris who formed this group. I was chosen to go with her because of how well we’d worked together before. I wasn’t there for intelligence gathering, but rather to be something of a bodyguard for her. A cover. She was the one who was supposed to do all the heavy lifting, so to say.
    “When we got to Paris, we set up this whole backstory, working out way into this group of college kids who were already identified by Emily’s source in Afghanistan. We hung out with them, slowly gaining their trust and learning more and more about their organization. We were there about a month, learning more and more every day. These kids—they weren’t the brightest. It was pretty obvious by how careless they were with information that they were the very bottom rung of a much taller ladder. Emily was convinced that we’d just scratched the surface.
    “When you came along and her cover was blown, Emily’s handlers arrested the kids we were dealing with and those they gave up under interrogation. Her handlers called it good. But Emily had picked up on a few things that led her to believe that not only was this just the beginning of something huge, but that there might be a CIA agent working both sides.”
    “She thought there was a traitor?”
    “Yeah. And she thought that might have been the motivation behind reassigning her to Washington. That’s part of the reason she resigned.”
    “Do you think she discovered the name?”
    “I don’t know. She has so many notes on here…it’s going to take a while to get through it all.”
    I kissed his neck. “You’ll find it.”
    He ran his hand slowly down the length of my back. “We might need to go to Houston.”
    “Why?”
    “I think this might be