Trust Me by Anna Wells Page A

temper as far as she was concerned.
    “This is hardly the time into go in detail.  I'll
tell you everything later, but for now try to
understand that I've been following the activities of the OAS for a long time
and I believe the shooting tonight was an attempt on their part to eliminate
you.”
    He'd been telling her for weeks that the OAS was
involved in terrorism, but he had refused to produce any evidence supporting
his accusations.  If he was right about the OAS being responsible for the
shooting then there could be no doubt that the organization's activities had
become criminal. 
    “Donovan, if you're right and it is the OAS, why would
they be shooting at me?  I've been trying to keep those papers closed,
that hardly makes me their enemy or a threat.”
    “They evidently believe you have information that
could be potentially incriminating.  If they’re willing to kill you over
it, it's obviously important.  Do you have any idea what that may be?”
Donovan waited expectantly for her response.  He noticed how small she
looked leaning up against the wall, her clothes all disheveled, due more to
their interrupted interlude than the recent attempt on her life.  Yet
despite her fragile appearance, she hadn't broken down; she was tough.  He
admired that about her, but was it also a facet of her personality that could
make her capable of duplicity?  His thoughts were interrupted by Alaina's
angry voice.
    “Of course not!   I've never had anything to do with the
OAS.  It was my father's organization not mine ! I
didn't even know he was involved in it until after his death when his Will
asked that I protect the access restrictions on his papers.  I still can't
imagine what they think I have.  Believe me, if I knew what it was I'd
give it to the FBI and I might add, had you shown me some solid evidence of the
OAS's illegal activities, I probably wouldn’t have fought you on the issue of
access to my father's documents.”
    “Are you sure you would have been willing to hand over
documents that would incriminate your father?” 
    “Why are you so sure that they would?  Maybe they
would have exonerated him.  Do you mind explaining what other evidence you
haven't told me about?”  Alaina demanded. She was tired of him alluding to
all types of evidence he refused to discuss with her.  If her father was
guilty as he claimed she needed to know all of the facts.
    At that moment Donovan's cell phone rang.  He
picked it up immediately. “Prentice.  You didn't find anyone?  Are
you sure the area is clear?  Okay, I'm going to call in a team to collect
the physical evidence.  It will be necessary to place Ms. Simmons in
protective custody. Do we have a safe house available?  Good, I'll take
care of the arrangements, but send us a car would you?  We can't take the
chance of using either of our own cars.  Thanks Adams.”  He turned again
to Alaina as he hung up the phone ready to explain where he was taking her for
safety and noticed her perturbed expression.
    To say that Alaina was annoyed was an understatement.
Donovan's phone conversation had brought some unwelcome revelations. “Correct me
if I'm wrong, but it's not usually the practice of FBI lawyers to arrange for
safe houses and forensic squads, is it?”
    Donovan knew this question had been coming but he had
hoped that he might be able to delay it for a while.  Obviously Alaina was
not going to let him. “No, it's not,” he responded grimly.
    There he goes again, she thought, with those overly
concise answers of his. “Then should I be calling you Agent Prentice?” she
asked, her voice tight with restrained fury.  It was not necessary for him
to respond, the answer was clear on his face. “What the hell were you doing in
the courtroom yesterday?  Were any of those proceedings legal?” 
Alaina demanded, becoming angrier as the implications of his deception began to
unfold.
    Donovan didn't hesitate to answer, wanting to reassure
her as