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never report this story. Not only because her job had changed, but because of Matthew. A spotlight aimed on Taumaturgio would almost certainly reach Matthew. And, to be honest with herself, she would never report the story because of himā€“Taumaturgio, Paulo, Daniel, whatever name he used. It would feel too much like betrayal.

ā€œOff the record,ā€ she agreed.

ā€œPeople at the consulate knew what was happening in Santa Estella, with some officials selling off aid and getting rich, and they didnā€™t like it. Trouble is, when a countryā€™s government is swearing up and down that the aid is getting where it belongs, itā€™s hard to push in and make things right. Causes nasty talk about Yankee imperialism and such. So our hands were tied . . . officially.ā€

ā€œYou already worked at the consulate?ā€

ā€œNo. I was brought in.ā€

ā€œThe consulate staff knew?ā€

He shook his head. ā€œOnly one contact.ā€

ā€œBut youā€™re career foreign service?ā€

ā€œNot exactly, though I do get a government paycheck.ā€

ā€œCIA?ā€

He grinned, a sudden, vibrant flash of white teeth against deeply tanned skin. Just like he hadā€“No. She would not let memories of a man who hadnā€™t truly existed affect her. That had been excusable yesterday, with the shock of seeing him. But sheā€™d thought this through, and she couldnā€™t afford that. The volatile compound of memories could blow up in her face.

ā€œBite your tongue. CIAā€™s too public. Too many people know what itā€™s doing, itā€™s too big a bureaucracy and generally too unimaginative to handle that kind of job.ā€

ā€œI didnā€™t mean to insult your professional dignity,ā€ she said tartly, and his grin widened. ā€œBut Iā€™ve always heard about the CIA having people at the embassies.ā€

ā€œSome embassies have CIA types around, but they arenā€™t the only, uh, specialists. Some specialists are officially in the foreign service. Some arenā€™t. I wasnā€™t. But I had the background to pass muster and they needed someone who could fly.ā€

Sheā€™d heard pieces of that background from her sources. As the younger son of a career foreign service officer, Daniel Delligatti had been brought up in embassies and consulates around the world. His older brother had continued in the family business and was working his way up the ladder, though the titles were vague. Danielā€™s work history was even more difficult to pin down.

ā€œThen exactly whom do you work for?ā€ she asked. Her sources hadnā€™t come up with that yet.

He shook his head ruefully. ā€œThatā€™s one of the things I canā€™t tell you. It wouldnā€™t mean anything to you even if I did tell you the name, butā€“No, maybe you would have heard of it. But I still canā€™t tell you. Itā€™s part of the deal when you sign on with the outfit.ā€

He said it simply, but it had the ring of a man who stood by his pledges.

Pledges.

We made a pledge, Kendra. . . . Itā€™s a pledge I intend to keep.

She shook off the echo of his words and reminded herself that his convincing delivery could also be the hallmark of a consummate liar.

She had to remember how many times heā€™d fooled her already. Had to hold onto that knowledge for her peace of mind and to safeguard Matthewā€™s heart.

ā€œSo, youā€™re not with the CIA, but you are a spy.ā€

ā€œKendraā€“ā€

ā€œYou must have had special training.ā€

ā€œSome, butā€“ā€

ā€œLike how to kill? Have you killed people?ā€

ā€œNo.ā€

The stark way he said it not only convinced her, but reminded her that what heā€™d done in Santa Estella had been about saving people ā€“ childrenā€“not killing. But his next words returned a hint of self-mockery.

ā€œIā€™ll tell you this, mostly what I doā€“did before Santa Estellaā€“was fly for this government outfit when . . . well, letā€™s say in the sort of situations when our people couldnā€™t go standby on the next available commercial flightā€“if commercial flights went to those spots. So they had me and a few other pilots available. I had training in case things didnā€™t go exactly according to plan, but Iā€™m a pilot, not a spy.ā€

One of her sources had left the information that heā€™d had a pilotā€™s license since about the same time heā€™d had a driverā€™s license on her answering machine last night. If sheā€™d had any doubts before about how she would respond to his ridiculous proposal to make them a family, that had ended them.

ā€œI remember hearing tales about Taumaturgioā€™s flyingā€“no instruments, no lights, in planes held together by chewing gum.ā€

ā€œSometimes old chewing gum,ā€ he said wryly.

ā€œA daredevil.ā€

He frowned. ā€œNot when I didnā€™t have to be. The idea was to make sure aid got through to the people who needed itā€“especially the kids. A crashed daredevil didnā€™t do them any good.ā€

ā€œSo what happened?ā€

He shifted, resting his forearms against the edge of the table, with his spread fingers meeting tip to tip.

ā€œNine months ago, I got called to Washington. The kind of invitation you donā€™t refuse. On a mission like this they allow latitude, they said, but not as much as they felt Iā€™d taken. They said to retire Taumaturgio.ā€

ā€œNine months ago? When that story broke about a second planeload of kids youā€™d flown to the hospital in Miami.ā€

ā€œYeah.ā€ He shook his head. ā€œIā€™d hoped to keep it quiet, but no hurricane saved me from a nosy reporter that time.ā€

She ignored the hint of teasing. ā€œIt was a good story.ā€

A story sheā€™d followed with so many conflicting emotions. Was that when the suspicion that Paulo and Taumaturgio were linked first surfaced to her conscious mind?

Sheā€™d spent hours taping the reports. Thereā€™d been a lot about the plight of the children and much praise for Taumaturgioā€“from the children, the medical personnel and the people of Santa Estella, but no reporter had caught up with him. Gradually, the story died out.

ā€œIā€™ll take your word for what makes a good story.ā€

ā€œIt got a lot of attention for Santa Estella.ā€

He shrugged. ā€œSoā€™d Hurricane Aretha. The gain wasnā€™t worth that price, either. Unfortunately that story brought a lot of attention to Taumaturgio bringing in kids illegally. The chain of command didnā€™t care for that. I suppose theyā€™d known before, but they hadnā€™t had it out in the public. The Santa Estellan officials raised a

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