Stolen Moment [Enslaved & Enticed] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tatum Throne Page A

surfaced?” Tice asked.
    “Not yet,” Poppy sighed. She looked at Rylie. “Have you seen anything like this in your work?”
    Rylie took a copy of the photo. It looked familiar, but she saw lots of pieces. “Maybe. Did the same designer make the cuff?”
    “Yep. He was a Turkish man,” Tice said.
    Trey nodded. “All of the objects we’re searching for are connected by the designer. Our working theory is that he cursed them. We’re still working on the reason why . ”
    Poppy snorted. “I don’t think it matters why he did it.”
    “If it was a Turkish jeweler, how did they show up in Jordan?” Rylie asked.
    “They were stolen or acquired two hundred years ago by someone who shipwrecked in the gulf coast. We think they were either salvaged or carried by the current,” Caven said. “Another pendant was found on a dive three years ago.”
    “What’s the plan?” Tice asked.
    “You’re taking the lead on this one. I want you to start talking with that English collector , Pritchard,” Trey said.
    “Sounds good,” Tice replied.
    “How are things going with the pendant analysis?” Trey asked.
    “It’s slow going. I’ve been using my tools to handle it,” Poppy said.
    “Keep at it. I don’t want you touching it.”
    Poppy rolled her eyes, not looking at anyone. “I’ll be careful. I always am.”
    Caven gave Poppy a look. “You sure you don’t want help?”
    “Nope.”
    “I want you to be extra careful when you handle it,” Trey said. “Rylie, I want you to check out auction houses. The fact that the cuff hasn’t surfaced makes me nervous. That means we’re looking at a private collector.”
    “Which means we could never find it,” Tice said.
    “I’d rather be proactive with this set. I don’t want any collateral damage,” Trey replied. “We put the word out that we’re looking for it, then it may surface.”
    Set. A chill raced through her blood. “How many pieces are we talking about?” she asked.
    “Five,” Poppy answered. “We think.”
    Fuck me.
    “How long does it usually take once you start looking for a piece?” Rylie asked.
    “Four to five months,” Caven answered.
    “It’s slow work, but we get the job done,” Tice grinned.
    Poppy shoved the picture in her oversized bag as everyone started to get up.
    “It’s slow up until we go in for the kill. It keeps you on your toes,” Poppy said.
    “Yes it does,” Caven agreed.
    “Two weeks,” Trey said. Rylie stood as everyone else did. “Rylie I want you to stay for a few minutes.”
    “I guess you’re in trouble,” Poppy whispered as she walked by.
    Rylie knew that Trey wanted a few moments alone with her. Trey turned away from the front door. She took a deep breath.
    “Hey again,” she said.
    “Hi.”
    He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. He looked and smelled so good. She liked him best when he was in jeans and lost the suit that came with the FBI job.
    “What’s up?” she asked.
    “Would you like me to go over some of those techniques to help you control your ability?”
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “Come here.” Rylie walked over to stand in front of him. “Close your eyes.”
    She did.
    “I want to teach you how to get inside without letting someone know you’re there.”
    Her eyes flashed open. “That’s not possible.”
    “Close your eyes and think of a color.”
    He chuckled. “Salmon green is not a color.”
    “How did you do that?”
    “It’s like flicking a flashlight on and off. A quick, cool blast that takes you in and out. Give it a try.”
    Rylie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She envisioned a small beam of light, flicking on and off. Trey flew back against the couch with a grunt.
    “A little less power,” Trey said.
    “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
    He grinned. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Did you catch what I was thinking about?”
    She had. “A yellow rubber duck.”
    Trey stood. “That was it. Now turn the dial down on the power.”
    She imagined her