Renegade Passion by Lisa Renée Jones Page B

month from this city alone. Turns out that someone called the police station and told them about one of the abductions before it happened. I got tipped off by my inside guy. The call was made from a public line and hung up about ten seconds before it could be traced. It originated from a pay phone downtown and I managed to hack into the camera feed to get a picture of her.”
     
    He rolled his chair around and punched a button, bringing an image up on one monitor. Kel forgot to breathe as he focused   on the gorgeous female he knew all too well, and yet, never well enough. Sonia. The woman who should have been his wife. Both Sterling and Damion knew that. They also knew why it hadn’t happened.    
     
    “Holy crap, Kel,” Damion said. “How did Sonia know about the abduction?”
     
    Kel wasn’t wasting time explaining Sonia seeing premonitions in her dreams when she was mixed up in something far too dangerous. He’d thought the damn things had stopped but apparently they hadn’t. He pushed off the wall. “Who else knows about this?”
     
    “Too many people,” Sterling said. “She’s in danger. There’s buzz on the streets. Adam is after her.”
     
    Adam referred to Adam Rain, the leader of the Zodius movement, and the twin brother of the Renegade’s leader, Caleb. Adam wouldn’t just kill her. He’d use her for his damnable fertility testing, and try to mate her with every GTECH in Zodius Nation.  
     
    “Where is she?” he asked, knowing that Sterling wouldn’t have brought him here unless he knew exactly where she was.  
     
    “Waitressing at the Coyote Ugly bar,” he said. “All five of the women who’ve disappeared were waitresses at various bars. None from this one. I’m guessing she thinks that’s about to change.”
     
    From a safe job as a research assistant at a law office to working at the Coyote Ugly bar. Kel was not happy with this turn of events. He was already opening the door, heading for the exit.
     
    “I’m going with you,” Damion said.
     
    “I need to do this on my own.”
     
    “Like I said,” Damion repeated. “I’m going with you. You worry about your woman. I’ll worry about the Zodius.”
     
    Only Sonia wasn’t his woman. Not any more. She thought he was dead.
     

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Loud music thrummed through the bar as Sonia Carmichael delivered drinks to a table and endured the hot male stares of her customers, wondering if one, or all of them, could be responsible for the disappearance of so many women. She wished her dreams had given her faces to go with the men in fatigues kidnapping women. The thought made her all the more thankful that the cowboy boots she wore allowed her a place to hide her gun. It wasn’t like the tiny blue-jean shorts and half shirt would hold much. She was even more thankful that she’d come inches from a career in law enforcement, before becoming a research assistant, and knew how to use it. When you had nightmares like hers, a gun felt necessary, and   since she’d stopped suppressing the dreams, now that she owned them, she regretted not following in her father’s FBI footsteps. He wouldn’t have let fear stop him any more than Kel had, and neither of them would have let her be afraid. But they weren’t alive, and she had to do this. They both died protecting innocent lives and she wouldn’t dishonor them by not doing so herself.  
     
    Sonia followed a pretty blonde named Carrie toward the bar. She was a college student working for her living, and the star of one of the nightmares she could never escape. For a week now SOnia had kept Carrie close, befriended her, trying to protect her. She didn’t know how quickly the dream would come true, only that it would and she couldn’t sit back and do nothing. Her dreams, her nightmares, always came true.  
     
    “I’m off in ten,” Carrie said. “You in for the night?”
     
    “You’re off early tonight? I thought you always worked late on