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Romantic Suspense, Mafia Romance, Saga  

Caught up in a bitter blood feud with a rival crime family and unable to bear the violence that claimed her mother, Holly Cambridge sets out to right her father's wrongs, but instead she embarks on an epic journey of love, loss, and life-altering choices, only to discover a truth she's feared all along... Mob life is forever

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This story is a true saga, following Holly from the age of nine, through her violent teen years, and eventually into her forties. Each installment starts where the last leaves off. The violence and sexual content amps up in later installments, reflecting Holly's age as she matures and circumstances change.
Our lucky heroine also has a trio of formidable men who weave their way in and out of her tumultuous life. Randy Phillips, her beloved body guard. Special Agent, Alex Orton, from the FBI, and surprisingly of all, Victor Mayhue, the son from a rival crime family. 

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I would not have enjoyed reading Running if I hadn't taken the time to get to know the main character in Always Cambridge. I would not appreciate how much she has evolved as a young adult if the author had not so meticulously laid out the events that made up her formative years, childhood through teen years. It was really amazing to see her character develop from a scared, unsure and wounded teen-ager in Always Cambridge to the strong and courageous young woman in Running. And she is a true heroine. She has so many character traits that are lacking in this genre. A very real, very endearing combination of insecurities and bravado, sensuality and naivety, duplicity and at the same time more integrity than any of her male counterparts... To read the entire review click HERE

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"I could see this on Lifetime as a 3-part series movie. The dynamic of the story is realistic and heart-wrenching, I cried, I laughed, & I loved throughout this entire saga—"

The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood and violent teen years and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.  

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      Always Cambridge, book 1

Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.

At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.

Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanor until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.

I hope you enjoy the following extract. A little set-up — after the Cambridge family is threatened by the Mayhue's, a rival crime family, Bill Cambridge is on high alert, and sends Holly to school with bodyguard, Randy Phillips in tow. 

His only duty is to keep her safe... but he can't save her

I rambled on. “…and Mrs. Johnson, the cafeteria lady, said that fifty cents from every sale would be too much, that they already spend more than they make off it. So I haggled with her. So now a quarter from every sandwich sold today will be donated to the food bank. I will just match it. She doesn’t have to know that, though, and the school will get the credit. I think I might try to get the same deal going next Christmas for either the toy drive or the hospital.” Randy nodded as if he were really listening to me but I knew his focus was more so on the people around us.

"Always trying to save the world, aren't ya, Hol." His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. “I’ve gotta get this.” 

“‘Kay. I’ll get you a sandwich. Roast beef?” A pitfall from spending so much time together lately, we knew each other’s preferences, likes and dislikes. Embarrassingly enough, he even seemed to know my cycle.  

“Yeah, whatever. Stay where I can see you. Phillips,” he answered. 

I stood in line and paid for our sandwiches. When I turned back around Randy was not alone. Two other suits had appeared. They weren’t dressed in Armanis, though. They were in t-shirts and jeans, donning denim jackets like Randy. Blending, I assumed. I sighed and rolled my eyes waiting for whatever was going to happen next. I didn’t approach them. I knew they would stop talking as soon as I drew near.  

“Somethin’ goin’ on?” Reed Cranston, from fourth period math, appeared at my side. 

“Looks like," I said.

“Wanna sit with me till they’re done?” 

“Sure. Thanks.” 

We sat down at an empty table. I started to eat my sandwich. Both Reed and I watched the men at the back of the caf, like they were on TV. 

“You gonna eat all that?” Reed asked, inspecting the tray full of food.  

“No, it’s for Randy,” I said, not paying attention to anything but Randy. 

“You got the Jones for him, don’t ya?”  

I frowned. What I had for Randy, I did not like being referred to as the Jones. What I felt for him was deep, lasting. Yes, I lusted after him too, I was sixteen-years-old, for crying out loud, and he was an older man and gorgeous and dangerous to boot, but it wasn’t what Reed had just made it sound like. I wanted his love, his soul, his always.  

“I like him, yes. He’s good to me. But he’s way older than us. And he’s only here to look after me, protect me. Nothing more. He’s just doing his job.” 

“Well, duh. I know he’s older than us. Isn’t that what you girls dig? Older, dangerous guys.” '

“I’d settle for the least dangerous guy in the room, if you could find me one. But then again, as soon as he hooked up with me, he’d either be in danger himself because he was with me, or he would have to join my family just to keep himself alive.” 

“Some guys would make that sacrifice for you, Hol.” 

I looked at him, surprised by his answer. “And drag someone else into this? Someone I cared about? No. It’s not worth it. I’m not worth it.” 

“Don’t say that, Holly. You are worth it…” Reed started to say. 

Randy interrupted us. “Hol, I need to speak to you.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. “Reed,” Randy nodded cordially to my schoolmate.

“Mr...?” Reed began to greet him.

“It’s just Randy.”

“Randy,” Reed repeated and imitated Randy’s grown-up nod.

I said good-bye to Reed as Randy led me outside. The other suits gathered around.  

“I have to leave,” Randy began. 

I didn’t want him to go, I was instantly scared. “Where are you going? Has something happened?” I slipped my hand into his. I knew the other guys watched, but I didn’t care. 

“It’s nothing dangerous, Hol.” He squeezed my hand to comfort me. And it didn’t seem to bother him to hold my hand in front of them either. “Just a computer glitch at home, they want me to fix it. But I need you to let these guys tail you this afternoon.”  

I wasn’t comfortable with the look in his eyes. It felt almost like he didn’t trust them with me. It was like he didn’t want to leave me either, that he wanted to be in two places at once. 

“Can’t I just come with you? You know I can fix the computer faster than you can anyway.” I didn’t mean it as an insult. It was the truth. We both knew it.  

“Smart mouth,” he laughed. “No, your dad wants you to stay in school today since you missed so much time last week. You just promise me that you’ll keep near the guys all afternoon. Don’t go anywhere without them. Same rules apply as if I was here.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Be a good girl, Holly and I’ll see you at home after school.” He gave my hand another little squeeze and then he released it. “Behave, ‘Kay?” he repeated.

“‘Kay. But I need to go see Mrs. Small at the food bank after school today, don’t forget.” 

“Ah, shit.” He raked his hair making it spike. “I’ll try to be back before that.” 

“Alright, but if you’re not I’ll just see you later. I won’t ditch them. I promise.” I wanted to reassure him, he seemed so uneasy. And I felt strange. Like I didn’t want to be away from him. Not that I was afraid for myself. I wasn’t. I was worried about him. I almost wanted to tell him I loved him before he pulled away.  

Randy turned to Jeffy and Dale. “Don’t let her out of your sight. She goes to the can, you go too. Got it.” 

I wanted to die. 

They both smirked at Randy. “Yes, Sir, Mr. Cambridge.” Jeffy laughed and sent Randy an insolent salute.

“Piss off,” Randy said, as he got in the car. He gave me one last look and he waved as the car pulled away.  
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Just before the bell rang at three o’clock, I received a text from Randy. He wouldn’t be back in time to go to the food bank with me. 

So Jeffy, Dale and I piled into the car.

"Did you pick up our bounty, Trenton?" I asked as I buckled in.

"You bet, Holly-girl." Trent sent me a wink through the rear-view mirror.

"Thank you. You're the best."

“Trent tells me you do this every week,” Dale said as we drove from the grocery store towards Mrs. Small’s.  

“Mmmhmm. Every little bit helps, especially this time of year. Everyone loves to give around Christmas and the holidays, but as soon as those are over, people seem to forget the need is still there. The food bank is always in dire need of help.” 

“It never occurred to me to give stuff to the food bank. Ya taught me somethin’.” 

I smiled. “There are so many charities that do good things. I’m hoping to get into a program they have at the hospital where you can read to sick children or feed patients in palliative care. Now that I’ve turned sixteen, they’ll have to consider my application.” I had applied once before, but there was an age restriction. 

The two men exchanged a look. I didn’t really care what they thought. It sounded like a great thing to me.  

“You really aren’t like your sister at all,” Jeffy said. 

I didn’t know what to say to that so I didn’t say anything. It was not the first time I’d heard that comment recently. 

When we got to the food bank I started to get out of the car, then I hesitated waiting for Jeff and Dale to do a sweep of the area, like Randy always did before he let me get out. But they were already at the back of the car. I heard the click when Trent hit the trunk release. So I got out to join them and help take the boxes and bags of food inside. 

The men milled around by the car and waited for me as I helped put the cans away. 

“Where’s your young man this week?” Mrs. Small asked as we worked companionably, side by side. 

“Randy’s not my young man.” I blushed furiously.

“But you wish he was.” Her eyes twinkled as she teased.

There was no use denying it. “Well, who wouldn’t,” I said. “He’s beautiful.” 

“Yes, he is, dear,” she agreed. “He looks like he cares for you, too.” 

“He’s paid very well to care for me.” I really wanted to change the subject. “Wow, it looks like your stock is as depleted as it was last week when I was here.” 

“Yours was the only donation we received last week. And luckily you brought extras. Things ran short quickly. People always want to give at the holidays, they never worry about after.”

“Oh, Mrs. Small, why didn’t you call me? Don’t let that happen. I hate to know that people came in for help and got turned away.” 

“It’s not an easy thing to turn people away. But I can’t ask you to give more than you can. More than you already do,” she explained. 

“I’ll call the store, Mrs. Small, and have them send some things over. Do you have a list of the things you need most?” 

“Oh, you’re and angel, Holly, I’ll get it.” 

I continued to stock cans when I heard a car back fire. 

Then it sounded like fire crackers going off in rapid succession. 

Out on the street someone screamed.

I heard Trenton yell my name from outside the door. “Holly! Get down!” he roared. 

“Oh, no, dear God, no!”

Just then, Mrs. Small reappeared, list in hand, looking confused. 

“Get down!” I yelled, and dove at her. 

A fiery pain sliced through my upper arm as I tackled Mrs. Small. In my haste and panic we knocked into pantry.

Above us, the shelf of cans began to sway.

The shelf toppled over, sending the heavy tins raining down on us.

Another sharp pain ripped through the back of my head.

My vision tunneled...

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"Randy!"

Patrick appeared in the doorway of Cambridge’s office. I’d been sitting here all goddamn afternoon trying to figure out what was up with the computer system when all I wanted to do was get back to Holly. It was times like these that I realized I still had a lot to learn. Maybe I should have let her come with me. She would have diagnosed the problem and had it fixed by now. And she’d be with me and I wouldn’t be worried about her. I rubbed the back of my neck again trying to brush away the cold feeling.

“Randy! They’ve been hit.” 

“Shit! Which patrol?” I asked still distracted. When Paddy didn’t answer right away I looked to where he stood in the door. He was pale and I could see him trembling from where I sat. 

“Jeffy and Dale,” he answered gravely. 

A cold hole punched into my chest. “Holly?” 

He nodded once. “They’re all down.” 

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No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past... #FlashbackFriday Enjoy the First Chapter from #MafiaRomance 'Running' bk 2 in the Always Cambridge Saga #RomanticSuspense

I know these are scary and uncertain times for everyone and we're all trying to do our best to keep our spirits up for whatever might come next. A lot of people are turning to reading to fill the time, and keep our minds off, even if just for a little while, the reality of what is happening all around the world right now. If you are reading this, stay safe and well, my friends. Be kind, share, and let's take care of each other. We're all in this together. 

So, in an attempt to help with some distraction and hopefully for your entertainment, for Flashback Friday, I'm sharing the entire first chapter from the second book in the Always Cambridge Series, Running. 

Caught up in a bitter blood feud with a rival crime family and unable to bear the violence that claimed her mother, Holly Cambridge sets out to right her father's wrongs, but instead she embarks on an epic journey of love, loss, and life-altering choices, only to discover a truth she's feared all along... Mob life is forever!

I'm often asked why I chose to write this installment of the story, from FBI Agent Alex Orton's, point of view, when for all intents and purposes this is Holly's story. And I know some readers were unhappy with me for doing this, and they made sure to voice their opinions in reviews, which I do appreciate. But I promise, I did it for a reason. If you'd like to learn a bit more about why I did this and a little about my process in writing this series check out - yet another Flashback of sorts, an interview that I did back in 2014 with my good friend and fellow author Mary Waibel over at her blog Waibel's World. And check out her books while you're there. Mary is a wonderful storyteller, of mainly YA, but she spins a most unique blend of fantasy, fairy tale and sweet romance. I particularly enjoyed Faery Marked.

No matter how far or fast you run, you'll never escape the past...

It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family. 

Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.  

Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them. 

As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.  

Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.

Running - Book 2 in The Always Cambridge Series

Chapter One

I sat behind my desk reading over the file. Not that I needed to. I knew every detail. I could barely contain the rush of excitement at the thought of finally getting started. This case would earn me the final commendation I needed to get promoted. Holly Cambridge, the mob boss’ daughter, was my steppingstone to greatness.

“Right in here, Ms. Cambridge.”

“Thank you.”

The sound of the soft polite reply immediately snagged my attention from the photographs scattered across the desktop. The Bureau surveillance photos on file were old, taken on another operation. She’d been blonde, then, a young looking sixteen, according to the dossier. In almost every photo the same man shadowed her, her bodyguard Randy Phillips, and later Luke Walker.

I observed the twenty-one year old brunette before me. Her hair was now shoulder length, except for the wispy bangs that gave one the impression that she used them to hide behind. Which, to my knowledge, was exactly what she’d been doing since she’d left her family and gone on the run three years prior, taking documentation of their illegal activities with her. It was with a letter that she’d first approached my superiors, Trey and Sid with, identifying her father as the suspect responsible for her mother’s murder, and not the rival mob family that had long been the suspicion.

I stood as my betters, Trey Thompson and Sid Morgan, ushered her into my office. She appeared dwarfed between the two formidable men. I had the privilege of working with both of these dedicated, no-nonsense agents. I learned from them. I admired and looked up to them. I wanted to be them. To follow in their footsteps up the ladder of success.

“May I get you a beverage, Miss Cambridge?”

I squinted at Trey in surprise as he all but simpered at the young woman.

“No. Thank you. I’m fine. Please, Agent Thompson, it’s Holly.” She smiled slightly.

“Holly, then.” He coughed nervously. 

I couldn’t help but grin at the older man. She was young enough to be his granddaughter, for Christ’s sake. I’d never seen the pair of them fall all over anyone, but they practically came to blows escorting our informant to the chair positioned in front of my desk.

And here was the only hitch in this whole dream assignment. Having to work with her. I’d already assessed that attempting to convince Trey and Sid that she was going to be trouble, was futile.

I didn’t have a problem with finding out what she knew or what info she had on her family. I didn’t mind picking her brain or climbing right inside her head if need be, to collect Mob Intel. The hindrance was, they also wanted my team and me to facilitate an infiltrate of the rival family, the Mayhues. Miss Cambridge had somehow persuaded them that only she could gain entry into the inner sanctum of her adversaries, and now I had to find some way to convince my bosses that she was in way over her head. She needed to step back and let the professionals take over. We could just as easily insert a female undercover. I mean, honestly, what were they thinking, serving up the mob princess right into the clutches of her enemies. It was insane and reckless. And I had no intention of jeopardizing my people, nor would I submit to her blackmail.

Sid and I’d had this same argument earlier this morning, before they brought her in. He pulled rank and directed me to do my job or I would be replaced as lead on this case. I was not about to let that happen. This case was too important to me. I would do my job. I was extraordinarily good at it. I would manipulate the situation and simply convince her there was no possible way she was capable of attaining the desired outcome. She would realize her shortcomings and come to her senses. She would gracefully back out with Sid and Trey and I would then be able to run my operation and my people to achieve our objective without having to babysit Miss Soprano.

Holly Cambridge was obviously one of those women who thought she could use her looks to get anything she wanted, accustomed to having her own way. She’d been protected, pampered, sheltered by her mob daddy. No doubt, she would be spoiled and impossible to work with.

I’d read the file. According to the information I’d received, she was allegedly intelligent. Her transcripts were beyond reproach. But I also knew how simple it would be to doctor such things. Just as easy as it would have been for her family to change her name at the outset, making it possible for her to attend university under an assumed name. It was essentially effortless to re-write one’s history. So, I wasn’t anticipating much. Nor did I expect to trust anything that came out of her mouth. As far as I was concerned, she was using the other evidence that she had obtained as means to blackmail Sid and Trey into agreeing to her terms. If they gave her the Mayhues, she’d give them the Cambridges in return.

“Agent Alex Orton, Miss Holly Cambridge.” He said her name like a proud papa.

I extended my right hand in greeting. My first mistake. I’d read the file. I was aware of her injury. But I stupidly put myself at a deficit with her right from the beginning. It made me seem unprepared and uninformed, two things I never was. 

She smiled slightly as she extended her left hand. She might as well have mocked me verbally in front of my betters. I retracted my greeting, realizing my error.

She looked down at the open file and photographs of herself and her family strewn across my desktop. “Haven’t made it that far yet?” Her nose crinkled and her eyes sparkled. And if I wasn’t mistaken, she gave me a quick wink of amusement.

I was not amused. The intimation that I hadn’t done my homework pissed me off, especially in front of Sid and Trey. It just confirmed my first instincts. This woman and I would not work well together.

I noticed her right wrist was wrapped up tightly in a stiff looking brace.

I extended my opposite hand, out of politeness. I wasn’t certain that I would have conveyed that much civility if not for the scrutiny of my superiors.

I shook her small hand firmly, then looked into her eyes, and I finally caught a glimpse of what the other two men might have been competing for. The surveillance photos did not do her justice. She was striking. She had the most unique greens eyes I’d ever seen. It was my job to notice details and I could honestly say I’d never encountered their color before.

She surveyed me steadily. She didn’t seem intimidated by me at all.

“Miss Cambridge.” I nodded stiffly in greeting.

“Agent Orton,” she replied, slipping her palm from my grip, giving me the impression she didn’t wish to be in contact with me any more than I did her.

“We’ll leave you in Alex’s capable hand, Miss Cambri…er, Holly,” Trey uncharacteristically stumbled.

“As usual, if there is anything you need, feel free to contact either one of us at any time,” Sid added.

“Thank you. Agent Thompson. Agent Morgan,” she acknowledged them formally and sat down primly in the chair as they left.

I took my own seat. Staring at me expectantly, she waited. I flipped the folder closed and I began to gather the pictures.

“Those are old photographs,” she said softly, leaning forward slightly. 

“Clearly,” I said coldly, barely sparing her a glance.

Her gaze skittered away. Perhaps she was more nervous in my presence than I had earlier assessed. Or now that she was alone with me, she’d realized I was a little tougher to charm than my predecessors.

“Do you realize what you are getting yourself into? I would like to strongly advise you to leave this to us. We are the specialists. We are trained to handle every situation…”

“Would you like to go over the file, Agent Orton?” She cut me off. I couldn’t believe her audacity. The spoiled little… 

I continued speaking as if she hadn’t. “…And the further risk you will be placing on my agents because of your inexperience is unacceptable. We welcome your input and the inside information that you can provide for us…”

“The file, then.” She determinedly interrupted again.

I clenched my jaw shut in irritation.

“I get it, Agent Orton. You don’t like me. You don’t like my kind. But you don’t have to like me to work with me. You don’t know me. You can read that file front to back and memorize every detail about my life, but you still will not know me. The only thing you need understand about me is that I am determined to end the activities of both families once and for all. Or I will die trying…”

“And you intend to take as many of my agents with you, with this half-baked scheme of yours. I will not allow it!” I stormed.

“My concern for the safety of every person, on both sides, is paramount, Agent Orton.”

That was another thing that disturbed me. Where did her loyalties lie? She included both sides in her statement, the mobsters and the Feds in equal value.

She continued. “That is another thing you will never determine from that folder. Everything I have done since I was sixteen, I did to protect the ones that are important to me. I left to protect…”

“My agents are not vital to you, Miss Cambridge, they are just a means to an end for you.”

“That’s not true. They are important to me. I respect all the lives involved here, Agent. That is why I couldn’t abide the life style I was forced to endure. I will not be foolish when it comes to the safety of your people. And I promise you here and now that if anything happens during the operation to endanger your team I will step back and let them take over. But I can help. I know how things work. I know how they think. I know the inner workings and I will be able to adapt…”

“Let’s go over the file.” I would humour her for the time being. “We’ll start with the Cambridge file. And if there is time we will attempt to outline the Mayhue…” 

She sat back in the chair and folded her arms over her small frame. “Perhaps there is another agent…” She all but dismissed me. 

“Another agent?” I leapt from my chair in outrage. 

“Your obvious hostility towards me seems to be clouding your judgeme…”

“You, Miss Cambridge, know nothing of me! I am the best! If you wish to meet your objectives, you need me!”

She looked at me levelly, then spun the file on the desk towards her. “Well then, Agent Best,” she challenged, raising an elegant brow. “Can we get started?”

She didn’t wait for me to respond but began to fan out the photos. “This is Tom Bennett. He’s my father’s personal bodyguard. He is in my father’s presence ninety percent of the time. He is dangerous, ruthless and has no conscience. He will die to protect the Cambridge, but he will take out as many as he possibly can before he goes down.”

“This is Buddy Crane. He has been with my father for as long as I can remember. If Tom is with my father ninety percent of the time, Buddy is with him ninety-nine. He is like a shadow of William Cambridge, his minion, a glorified gopher. His yes-man. A cleaner if need be. He would also shield my father, keep things from him if the situation called for it. Or incite him if that was his whim. The thing you need to know about Buddy in relation to my father is that he can affect his mood.”

And as much as I tried to fight it, I found myself caught up in the sound of her voice as she tried to paint me a picture of the complex situations and relationships that had surrounded her in her former life. She seemed incredibly detail oriented. She knew her stuff, I had to reluctantly admit. She did know these people. Their secrets and talents. Their habits and personalities. Their specialties and their limitations.

“What do you mean, he can affect his mood?”

“My father can be…” She bit her lip as if she measured her words carefully. “Changeable, emotional. Volatile. Unpredictable at times. And Buddy can either calm him immediately or, as I said, provoke him. My father’s mood swings have worsened, and become more frequent with age. He has panic attacks, which I believe he is taking medication for, as well as some other things. Anti-depressants and anti-anxiety pills, I believe. But you might have to dig into his medical files for clarification. I haven’t had time to do so myself.”

“I didn’t know that,” I said taking notes. “It was not in the file.”

“No. It wouldn’t be. That would be considered a weakness. If the enemy were to catch wind of this, it could be used against him. It’s not common knowledge, not even to some that are close to him. It would be too dangerous.”

She continued, “Now as for Buddy, I don’t think he would take a bullet for anyone. Including my father. I personally think he would put my father in a bullet’s path to save himself.”

She’d given me some good stuff here. I was almost convinced her father just might be unstable. We were getting to the substance. I was impressed. She was clearly intelligent, meticulous in her observations and in details. I was like that myself.  

I pulled out another photo. “And this?”

“Jason Cramer,” she said, without hesitation. “He is no longer with the organization.

“Why?”

“He's in hiding, avoiding prosecution for the murders of six Mayhues. He is in seclusion along with Phil.” She pulled out the photo along with another. “And Teddy.”

At my raised eyebrow she continued, “They were killed in retaliation for the murders of three of ours.”

“The shooting at the food bank.” I didn’t need to ask. I found myself crossing to the other side of the desk, sitting next to her.

“Yes.” 

“You were also injured in that incident.” 

“Yes.” 

“You were the only survivor, I believe.” 

“Yes.” She pulled another photo down. “This is…” 

“Wait.” I stayed her hand, which she immediately withdrew from my touch. “What were you doing there that day? Why were you at the food bank?” 

“I volunteered there every week. We were dropping off some canned goods and I was helping Mrs. Small, the organizer, stock shelves, when it happened.” 

I’d read in the file that she helped out with many aid organizations, but I was having a hard time meshing the mob princess with the Good Samaritan act. She was just not fitting the profile. “Was there anyone else forced to go into isolation after that?” 

“Uh?” Her brow furrowed and she evaded my gaze. “I don’t remember. I was in the hospital,” she said, too quickly, and I assumed she was holding something back. 

I remained still, waiting for her to either meet my gaze or continue. Her amazing green stare turned to me. 

“If we are going to do this, Miss Cambridge, we have to do it all the way. You cannot pick and choose who you are going to give to us. You can’t protect them any longer. You need to tell me everything you know and you must be completely honest. We take them all or we take no one. It’s up to you.” 

Her gaze darted as she tried to read me. She didn’t trust me, either. Her full lips stretched into a thin hard line of indecision. 

“We are not on opposite sides here, Miss Cambridge.” She stiffened at my words and her head cocked slightly to the side. I must be getting through to her. “This is a two way street. We need to trust each other.”

“I’ve heard that before, Agent,” she said quietly. “They are just words. You want what you can get from me.” 

“And you need what I can give you,” I answered. 

She raked her lip with her teeth and then inhaled deeply before pulling another photo out. “Gunner. I’m sorry, I don’t know his real name. I never did, that’s all we used to call him. But give me a few minutes with your database and I could come up with that for you.” She nodded towards my computer.” She flipped over the picture. “But I see you’ve already done that—Herb Gunderson,” she read. “No wonder he preferred Gunner.” She smiled slightly and looked at me sideways.

She really was attractive. I couldn’t deny that. 

Her eyes narrowed. “Why do I feel like I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know?” 

“You are filling in plenty of the finer points that we were uninformed of. And maybe there are a few details that I can pass on to you. We can fill in the gaps for each other, be as prepared as we can be.” 

Skeptically, she looked up at me through her bangs.

“Are there photos in that pile of the three men that were killed that day?” I asked gently, knowing it must have been a difficult day for her.  

She sighed, then pursed her lips. I knew then that she was fully aware that I knew those three photos were in the file. But she didn’t call me on it. Shuffling through, she pulled them out.

“That’s Jeffy. Dale.” She lined them up on my desk. “And this is Trenton.” Her voice softened. The mildness indicated she’d cared for this man. Absently she stroked the photo with her left thumb. I examined the kind-faced man as he smiled back at her.

“He was your driver. 

“Yes, he was my driver. He was my friend.”

I wasn’t good at comforting. I cleared my throat. “Let’s make categories as we go. Men who are still in your father’s employ. Those who are in hiding. And those who are…uh…no longer with us,” I suggested, not so delicately. I began to throw the photos into their respective piles. “All right. Tom, Buddy, in the current employ pile.” 

She put the four men in hiding into the middle stack. “Gunner, Teddy, Phil and Jason in the…hidden file.” She smiled and gave me a slight wink as if she hadn’t just made reference to a computer operating system like some kind of computer geek. I was almost unsure I’d seen it. Was she joking? I was quickly reassessing my preconceived impression of Holly Cambridge. Perhaps she wasn’t just a bubble headed blonde.

“Do you know where these men are?”

“No. I don’t.” She looked into my eyes as if challenging me to either see the truth or detect the lie. I’d interrogated hundreds of informants and or criminals in my time. Liars, award winning actors most of them. And even after my earlier attempt to intimidate her, and our awareness of each other’s mistrust, for some reason she wanted me to believe she was telling me the truth before she continued. “I have done some research of my own. I vaguely remembered a conversation I’d inadvertently overheard about the Caymans.” I didn’t consider the inadvertent part, but I did believe she didn’t know where the men were hiding. “Apparently, William Cambridge owns an island. But, I guess, that isn’t a surprise to you, like it was to me.” 

I confirmed with a nod. 

“I traveled there.” She dragged her lip with her teeth. It was a nervous habit, and sensual as all get out. 

“You took a trip there? I thought you just said…” 

“No. After I left. By myself. I tried to find them, thinking that might be where they would go.”

She’d gone alone? I had no record of her ever leaving the country. Not even under one of her aliases. Why were we not aware of this? Although, I reasoned, from the ages of eighteen to the present, her whereabouts had been sketchy at best. She’d taken to hiding like a fish to water.

“And what did you find?”

“I couldn’t locate them. I have no proof, but from the clues I did find and the people I spoke to, I think my father had them killed. I believe he is more cold and sinister than even I believed. Even after all these men had done and sacrificed for him and our family, they were no longer useful to him. He doesn’t leave loose ends, Agent Orton.”

She had detached herself from William Cambridge. I noted it earlier how she referenced him as either the formal my father or William Cambridge, trying to depersonalize or distance herself from him. She didn’t refer to him as my dad, which might be considered an appellation.

Holly looked at me then and I knew that she was fully aware of her own predicament. She was a loose end that William Cambridge either needed to tie up or cut away completely. Perhaps it had been that precise realization that convinced her to come to us. She was scared, and she knew we could protect her. It must have been absolute shell shock for her to leave the safe and sheltered Cambridge life to live completely on her own. So young and unprepared, unprotected. Always on the move, on the lookout for family and enemy alike. Looking over her shoulder, just waiting to be captured or killed. It was only a matter of time. She must have realized she couldn’t stay out there on her own anymore. She’d given it a valiant effort. I’d give her that. But she’d finally come to her senses and come to the Bureau.

“Until we have proof, will we leave them in the hidden file?” She asked holding up the pictures. 

“All right.” I nodded. “Unknown, for the time being.” She returned them to the middle stack. I pointed at the kind-faced man that had been her chauffeur and friend. I was departmentalizing and sorting in my own mind and didn’t think before I spoke. “Deceased. They are no longer important.” 

Her expressive eyes widened, turning cold. “If we are going to do this,” she spat my own words back at me. “You need to respect my people. Those people are important to me. Dead or alive. They may be nothing but gangsters and criminals to a straight-laced lawman like yourself, but they were my family. My team. The people who had my back and ultimately gave their lives for mine. You will not dismiss them as collateral damage. If you expect me to respect you and yours, then you need to acknowledge and respect mine, Agent.” Although her voice was angry, I saw that she was struggling to hold back tears that threatened to break the tough exterior she was attempting to maintain.

“The ones that remain, are no longer yours, Miss Cambridge, and you need to accept and acknowledge that, and separate yourself from your tender feelings. These are the people we are going after at your request.”

“I don’t think we can work together,” she said, at length, as if she had a choice. 

She was halfway to the door when I heard myself say, “I apologize for my insensitive comments, Miss Cambridge.” What was I doing? She was halfway to no longer being my problem. I should have just let her walk out. But I needed this case. I wanted it. And I could admit to myself now, looking back—it was much more that made me stop her that day. There was just something about her. I wanted to know more. My fierce curiosity and quest to know all gnawed at me. And I knew I had just scratched the surface of Miss Holly Cambridge. My preconceived idea of the mafia princess was rapidly evaporating as she challenged me at every turn. No one tested me. She was not fitting into the box I had placed her in before she’d even walked through my door. 

She'd stopped at the sound of my voice but she didn’t turn in my direction.

“Are you finished psychoanalyzing me, Agent Orton?” she said, as if she could read my thoughts. She did turn then. “Go ahead. Profile me. Is it really that great a feat, Agent, when you think you have all the answers right there in that file? As I said before, you don’t know me.”

Again. A Challenge. I could not resist. 

“The mob boss’s daughter. Mafia princess. Protected. Sheltered. Spoiled. Poor little rich girl. No friends. No social life. Lonely.” I looked down at the file one last time, leaving behind what I thought I knew about her and turned to what I had gleaned since she walked in the door. “You turned to books and school to fill the void.” I recognized her need for knowledge and detail only because I, too, possessed those qualities. “You are quiet. Shy. You pay attention, absorb, observe, research. You listen and learn. You have known from an early age what’s right and what’s wrong. Your character is so strong that the life style that you were forced to live warred with your own morals and ethics, which you did not learn from your father or the people around you. A father who was cold to you most of your life, ignoring you and your sister. Perhaps he is even unbalanced, bi-polar, paranoid. You threw your energies and your money into charitable organizations, in an attempt to ease your own conscience. You gravitated towards the men around you to replace the family and friends you didn’t have.”

I thought of her caressing the edge of the photograph of her driver and the way she’d staunchly defended her employees, her team, as she’d referred to them. “The criminals around you became your own dysfunctional family.”

She sneered at me when I referred to them as criminals. “You could no longer endure that amoral life, so you sacrificed your own. You want nothing more than to belong. To be loved. To live a quiet normal life.” I took a shot in the dark with this one. “With a husband. Perhaps even a child.” I could have smiled at how easy it was getting. I walked towards her with every intention of continuing, as we kept our focus on each other. I was just getting warmed up.

“My turn, Agent Best?” she remarked, sarcastically.

“Oh, be my guest,” I invited, smugly. If nothing else, we knew how to antagonize one another. This should be good.

“FBI. Special Agent.” She began slowly, as I had. “Single-minded. Career man. Cold. Stiff. Curious. Almost obsessively so. Your quest for knowledge is your driving force.” I was no longer smiling.

“You have to know everything about each person and everything around you. You have known from your earliest memory that this would ultimately be your career. You followed in your father’s footsteps. Also a career man. You are an only child. Also no friends, no social life. You moved around a lot as a child because of your father’s career, but that isn’t the reason you didn’t make friends. Your intelligence and your intellect was way too complex for children your own age. You found them boring, tedious, unintelligent compared to your advanced IQ. Knowledge came easy to you. You didn’t have time or make time for baseball or football. You also turned to books not to fill an emotional void, as you intimated that I did, but to fill your insatiable appetite for knowledge, and that drove you to learn as much and as fast as you possibly could, to fill that massive brain. You are the classic over-achiever. You graduated high school early and entered an accelerated program to fast track you into an Ivy League school. I’m going to guess, Harvard. Only because it is the best law school and would impress the Bureau. You would settle for nothing less than the best. You are a strict disciplinarian. You are ruled by rules. A perfectionist. You cannot commit to a long-term relationship because your passion is your work. How am I doing, Best?”

“You have obviously accessed my personnel file. Which is a federal offence, Miss Cambridge,” I accused, stiffly, crossing my arms.

“I have done no such thing, Agent Orton. Go ahead,” she invited gesturing towards my computer. “Check. If your file has been accessed recently it will be flagged.”

“Then Sid or Trey gave it to you.”

“That would also not have been procedure. I can assure you, they did not. You know neither of them would ever give an agent’s file to an informant, and again, you can check.”

I stared at her. Obviously she was a better liar than I’d realized. 

“It was interesting meeting you, Agent Orton. Have a good day.” 

She walked out the door. I couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to work with me. 

I followed out into the hallway. But she was gone. The elevator must have been ready and waiting for her departure.  

“Maeve. Have security stop Miss Cambridge before she leaves the building.”

“Miss Cambridge, sir?”

“Yes. She just exited my office.” 

“I didn’t see her leave.” 

“She just left. Thirty seconds ago, at most.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see her, sir.”

“Call down, and notify the desk, anyway. I want her stopped before she exits the building.”

Another thing she had been able to convince Trey and Sid, which I also disagreed with, was no protection. She needed to be in protective custody. It was imperative for the kind of mission she’d convinced them to undertake. She needed to be corralled.

That was the first of many occasions in which she disappeared without a trace. According to the security guards, she’d not taken the elevator down. She was not picked up on the cameras in the stairwells either.

I was so angry. There had to be an explanation. I called Sid’s office, thinking she’d gone to him to complain about me. He guaranteed me he hadn’t seen her since he’d left her in my capable hands.

I contacted Trey and he gave me the same song and dance. Trey assured me I didn’t need to worry. She was quite capable of taking care of herself and she would make contact with us when she was ready.

That wasn’t good enough. We were the FBI, for Christ’s sake. We made the rules. We were in charge.

I sent out half my team after her. As they searched I accessed my file. I don’t know how she’d done it, but according to the log, my file hadn’t been accessed since I myself had done so eight months ago to update my new address when I moved into my penthouse apartment. There was no way she could have come so close to the details of my life without having seen my file.

My street agents called in one by one. There was no sign of her.  

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