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Mac watched Harper straighten, the bloody crop in his hand moving away from the Security man he’d been torturing.
“So—Colette has chosen sides. I am disappointed in her choice.”
“She doesn’t know I’m still here.” Damned if he’d let her get hurt because of his stupid decision. “I knocked her out before she could finish me off. I managed to find my way to Medical all on my own. You can check the records—I buried it pretty damn deep, but it’s there. So—why are you so hot to find me?”
Harper turned to his victim. “You may go.” Just like that. The man had some nerve. He moved toward Mac, the crop tapping his leg. Mac readied himself, waiting for the rat bastard to try and flick that thing at him. He didn’t grow up on a horse ranch for nothing, “I wanted to recruit you for a special project, but your unswerving loyalty to Kane will be a hindrance.”
“So you put out a hit on me?”
“That is rather dramatic.”
“The truth is the truth. Suck it up, Harper.” Apparently, being shot and hiding out like a wanted man made him reckless. “Tell me why you’re hunting me down, using innocent people as whipping posts.” He’d pay for that, if it cost every last favor Mac had collected.
“I need a man with—vision. A man who understands the potential, the power of what you have in this facility. I wanted you to be that man.”
“Never happening.”
“What if I could change your mind?”
“You keep talking, Harper, but all I hear are lies.”
“Here is a truth for you, Macaffrey.” Harper let go of the crop and held his hands up. “I was not the one who ordered your death.”