Enticed by the Operative (Doctors in Danger, Book 1) by Lara Lacombe

her so he can see how his company’s money is spent.”
    “His name?”
    “Logan Marshall. I am currently investigating his background.” Carlos typed as he spoke, entering the name into the search engine. After a few endless seconds, the results popped up.
    “Is there anything unusual I should know about?”
    Carlos scanned the information quickly, cursing himself for not having done this sooner. But he hadn’t had the time, and he hadn’t had the guts to let the phone ring. When El Jefe called, you answered.
    “Nothing that I see so far.”
    “Good. Keep me updated.”
    “Of course.”
    There was a click as the man disconnected, and Carlos let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as some of the tension left his body. He hadn’t wanted to discuss this latest development until he’d done due diligence on Logan Marshall and determined what kind of threat the man was. Now El Jefe would think him unprepared at best, incapable at worst.
    He shook his head, trying to dispel the growing fear that he was on the verge of disaster. He had served Fantasmas for the better part of five years, and had done his job well. It was why he was still alive. El Jefe knew he was a good soldier, and he wasn’t likely to have him eliminated on the basis of one small mistake.
    Besides, it wasn’t really his mistake to begin with. He’d had no way of knowing an investor was involved in Olivia Sandoval’s upcoming trip. She’d never taken one with her before. No , he thought, feeling some of his confidence return. This is not my fault.
    He turned his attention back to the computer screen. The addition of this new player was unexpected, but perhaps it would prove a useful development. After all, it was one more innocent life he could threaten to ensure Dr. Sandoval’s cooperation. She had responded well to the threats against her friends; adding one more potential victim to the mix would increase the pressure on her and give him additional leverage, which was always a good thing.
    Carlos scanned the search results with a more critical eye, giving the information his full attention. Logan Marshall was employed in the public relations department of one of the bigger pharmaceutical companies, and based on his résumé, he was an expert in corporate spin. A necessary skill, considering the PR nightmare his company was experiencing after its exorbitant price-gouging tactics had been exposed.
    He clicked over to see the photos that had popped up from his search and frowned. The page was flooded with images, each one of a different person. It would take too long to sift through everything in the hopes of finding the right Logan Marshall. Rather than waste the time, he logged in to the state’s Motor Vehicle Administration site, courtesy of a password provided to him by an employee on the cartel’s payroll. He smiled to himself as he searched again—the government had no idea how many of its employees were bought and paid for by “illegal organizations.”
    After a few seconds, a picture of Logan Marshall’s driver’s license appeared on the screen. Carlos studied the image, narrowing his eyes. Something about this man looked familiar...
    The hairs on the back of his neck rose and the feeling of déjà vu intensified. He had seen this man before. But where? How had their paths crossed?
    He leaned back from the desk and closed his eyes, clearing his mind of all extraneous thought. Experience had taught him that trying to chase after information only buried it deeper in his brain. Better to calm himself and let the knowledge float to the top so he could examine it more closely.
    His mind began to wander, looking over memories and discarding those that didn’t apply. Had he bumped into Logan Marshall in an ordinary fashion, while at the grocery store or running errands? No...that would not have caused the man’s face to stick in his mind. It had to be something else. Something professional then, which meant Logan Marshall was not who he