Protecting the Innocent. Cassie Miles
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The thought of losing her scared him.
Damn it, where was she? He had to find her. When he did, there would be no more lies between them. He’d tell her the truth about everything—about Legate, the surveillance and Jeremy’s death.
Amid the pedestrians on the opposite side of the street, he caught a glimpse of white-blond hair. Anya! He dashed across the street toward her.
Though she appeared to be alone, Roman couldn’t be sure. The CIA might have her under surveillance. And there was always the danger that Legate security was watching.
He should have been more subtle in his approach, but he couldn’t hold back. His instinct was to protect her, to gather her up and take her somewhere safe. He touched her arm, reassuring himself that she was real.
When she gazed at him, her blue eyes were watery and confused. “Roman? What are you doing here?”
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Protecting the Innocent
Cassie Miles
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Exercise is not a favorite occupation for Denver resident Cassie Miles, but she does try to walk every morning. On one snowy morning, she was “exercising” with a friend in Cherry Creek Mall. They paused to fill out a contest entry form at Neiman Marcus, and her friend won a first-class trip for an afternoon tea at any Neiman Marcus store. They chose San Francisco. This trip provided much of the research for Protecting the Innocent, though neither of these ladies found true love. Room service at the Ritz-Carlton was a great consolation prize.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Roman Alexander—The dashing head administrator at the Legate Corporation think tank leads a dangerous double life.
Anya Bouchard Parrish—After her husband’s death, she seeks the simple pleasures of life. Instead, she finds intrigue and danger.
Charlie Parrish—Anya’s five-year-old son is gifted with genius-level intelligence.
Jeremy Parrish—Anya’s scientist husband died in a suspicious accident. Was it murder?
Fredrick Slater—The head of the Legate Corporation seeks the “greater good” and ignores the consequences.
Dr. Lowell Neville—The company psychiatrist engages in questionable research procedures.
Wade Bouchard—Anya’s idealistic father abandoned the family when she was a child.
Claudette Bouchard—Anya’s brilliant mother is retired from a demanding career as an international consultant.
Jane Coopersmith—The Legate receptionist knows everything about everybody.
To Lesly Pogrew Terrance, a winner.
And, as always, for Rick.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Prologue
Roman Alexander ran alone on the packed sand of the narrow beach. A patina of morning dew coated the surface of his thermal black running suit and dampened his thick black hair. He picked up the pace, churning through the heavy fog off San Francisco Bay, running harder. Exercise without exertion was useless. To build his strength and stamina, he challenged his physical limits.
Changing stride, he ascended the eighty-seven winding stairs up the cliffside to the grounds of the Legate Corporation. At the top, he hit the asphalt footpath, which was exactly five point eight miles in length.
Across the rolling lawn, he could see the outline of the main headquarters, a sprawling gray stone mansion built more than a hundred and twenty years ago on this prime bay-front real estate south of Oakland. When he first came to work here as chief administrator and vice president, he thought of the mansion as a castle. Legate was his realm—one of the foremost think tanks in the nation. Their motto was For The Greater Good. And Roman had believed it. Years ago. Now, those gray stone walls seemed as ominous as the guard towers of a prison.
At Building Fourteen near the front entrance to the gated grounds, he took a detour, slowed his pace to a jog and entered. This squat, ugly structure—little more than a barracks—had always been intended as a temporary headquarters, and tomorrow the physicists and biochemists who worked here would complete their transfer to a large, state-of-the-art permanent facility nearer the mansion.
The sterile white hallway bisecting Building Fourteen was cluttered with packing crates. Many had already made the move.
Roman shoved open the door to an office beside the biochemistry lab. As he expected, Jeremy Parrish was still here, hard at work. He was a good man, a trusted friend. Sitting behind his desk, he scribbled furiously in a spiral notebook.
“Use the laptop,” Roman said.
“Gotta