Steeling a Dream
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
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Steele Holting On
Steeling a Dream
Part 2: Under a Steele Dark Sky
Part 2: Under a Steele Dark Sky
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Steele Holting On
Chapter 8 Interlude
Roselli opened the file again. He’d studied it, mulled it over, read it again and cursed Steele nine
ways to hell. He fingered the video tape before shoving it away again.
Buchanan had made it clear that he was one of only four people allowed to see all of the evidence
associated with the Steeles’ kidnapping and only because Roselli was following the known leads into
the U.S. Tony understood all too well that if the Interpol agent knew he’d had personal contact with
the pair in the past, he would have been yanked off the case. When he’d seen the names in the dossier
during the briefing, he’d kept his mouth firmly shut.
Tony rubbed his eyes and slapped his hand on the desk. Why did it have to be Laura? He read again
and again the list of abuses heaped upon her and knew he should have stood firm and gotten her away
from Steele two years ago. The pictures hadn’t helped the reaction.
Not only that, reading the extensive dossier of Steele’s past misdeeds that Interpol included in the file,
along with the immunity agreement Laura had negotiated for the thief, only made him furious. He was
sure the prick was just using her again. He wondered what exactly would happen to her when Steele
didn’t need her anymore.
It had taken him a while to get over the crush he’d had on her, but he’d known from the start that a
relationship was impossible given his line of business. He’d needed to get to Steele; she was just
another tool in his arsenal--albeit one he preferred not to give away. She had made it crystal clear
that she was choosing the jerk over him, and he hadn’t heard from her since.
His phone rang. The woman on the other end was a top notch data miner for MI6. “Johnny Carlisle
is on his way to Los Angeles.”
Roselli’s face hardened. “Do we know why?”
“No, sir. Carlisle has no known connections to anyone there.”
Swallowing the string of curses on his tongue, he said curtly, “Call Buchanan and book me a flight.”
He knew from the briefing that Carlisle’s last known contact with anyone from the LA area was with
none other than Laura Steele.
Chapter Nine--Turning Point
Roselli opened the file again. He’d studied it, mulled it over, read it again and cursed Steele nine
ways to hell. He fingered the video tape before shoving it away again.
Buchanan had made it clear that he was one of only four people allowed to see all of the evidence
associated with the Steeles’ kidnapping and only because Roselli was following the known leads into
the U.S. Tony understood all too well that if the Interpol agent knew he’d had personal contact with
the pair in the past, he would have been yanked off the case. When he’d seen the names in the dossier
during the briefing, he’d kept his mouth firmly shut.
Tony rubbed his eyes and slapped his hand on the desk. Why did it have to be Laura? He read again
and again the list of abuses heaped upon her and knew he should have stood firm and gotten her away
from Steele two years ago. The pictures hadn’t helped the reaction.
Not only that, reading the extensive dossier of Steele’s past misdeeds that Interpol included in the file,
along with the immunity agreement Laura had negotiated for the thief, only made him furious. He was
sure the prick was just using her again. He wondered what exactly would happen to her when Steele
didn’t need her anymore.
It had taken him a while to get over the crush he’d had on her, but he’d known from the start that a
relationship was impossible given his line of business. He’d needed to get to Steele; she was just
another tool in his arsenal--albeit one he preferred not to give away. She had made it crystal clear
that she was choosing the jerk over him, and he hadn’t heard from her since.
His phone rang. The woman on the other end was a top notch data miner for MI6. “Johnny Carlisle
is on his way to Los Angeles.”
Roselli’s face hardened. “Do we know why?”
“No, sir. Carlisle has no known connections to anyone there.”
Swallowing the string of curses on his tongue, he said curtly, “Call Buchanan and book me a flight.”
He knew from the briefing that Carlisle’s last known contact with anyone from the LA area was with
none other than Laura Steele.
Chapter Nine--Turning Point