“Maybe you shouldn’t go. I can always say you’re sick, or with another client. We’re getting too far in and I don’t know how I’m going to be able to protect you if you run off with one of those fuckers. They’re going to gamble for you. You do know that, right?”
Sighing, I leaned over on my elbows. “I figured as much. I’m prepared to handle that.”
He growled low. “How? If I have to watch any of them put their fucking hands on you I’ll rip them off.”
My head snapped up. “Jason, what’s wrong with you? What makes you think I’m going to let them touch me? Reading your file, I had no clue you had such a volatile temper.” I glared at him, but he averted his gaze.
“I’m sorry. For years, I’ve worked on my own and haven’t had to worry about anyone other than myself. You keep saying you’re prepared, but you haven’t included me on any plans.”
It was true, I hadn’t. I wasn’t planning on telling him what I was going to do, but I had no choice. I trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t disclose secret government projects to just anyone. Getting to my feet, I rushed to my bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to show you something, so you know I’m covered.” In my suitcase, there was a secret compartment holding the case I needed. There were six vials inside, all filled with a special clear liquid. Holding the case, I took a deep breath and carried it straight to Jason, setting it down in front of him. “This is it.”
He looked down at it, pursing his lips. Carefully opening the case, he picked up one of the vials. “What’s in it?”
I sat down beside him and pulled another one out. “You know I work for the FBI, but you never asked what I did for them other than undercover work. This,” I said, holding up the vial, “is what I work with. Not only did I study Criminal Investigation, but I was a whiz in Chemistry. For the past year, I’ve been working with a chemist in one of our labs. In this liquid, there’s a sedative, a hallucinogen, and a new substance we found in Brazil that’s like a form of ecstasy; it also increases your sexual responses.” Clearing my throat, I set both vials back.
“Isn’t that what we don’t want?” he countered angrily. “These men are already ready to fuck your brains out.”
I put my hand on his leg and moved closer. “I know, but in this exact combination, it has the ability to incapacitate the victim enough to where you can basically say anything to them and they’ll believe it’s true. I can make them believe we had sex even though we didn’t take our clothes off or touch.”
“What if you can’t get it into their system?”
“I will. I can’t think otherwise. I’ll carry it in a syringe so I can either squirt it into their drink or drive it through a vein. Either way, I have to get it done.”
“I still don’t like this. Something could go wrong.”
“You have to trust me, Jason. Trust I can do this without fail. Can you do that, please?”
“And where am I supposed to be while you’re off pretending to fuck these asswipes?”
“Hopefully, close. When the men are passed out, I’m going to search their houses, or wherever the hell they take me, for clues. The women had to have been killed somewhere, right?”
“True, so I just need to follow you to the location.”
I nodded. “That way, after I search you can get me the hell out of there. Think you can keep up with us?”
A smirk splayed across his face. “I’ve already got it covered.”
“Do I even want to know?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Probably not. Now get your ass over on the other side of the table. It’s time to play.”
Smiling, I moved over. “Draw of Truth?”
“You’re damn right,” he insisted, shuffling the cards again. “You ready?”
I waved him on and he laid down an eight of hearts and then a ten of clubs in front of me; I smiled. “I get to ask the question, right?”
“Yep.”
“And how do I know you’ll tell me the truth?”
His serious gaze bore into mine. “You’ll just have to trust me, like I’m going to trust you.”