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       CHAPTER FOUR

      ‘Get out!’

      Picking up a hairbrush from her perfectly arranged dressing table, Ella hurled it at the man’s handsome head. He was even more attractive than she remembered him from the ranch, but this was no time to get distracted. The throw was accurate and lightning fast, hitting him painfully on the side of the skull.

      ‘What did you do that for?’ The man scowled at her.

      ‘You broke into my apartment,’ Ella retorted, reaching for a heavy-looking glass perfume bottle.

      ‘Don’t!’ the man begged, covering his head protectively with his arms. ‘I didn’t break in to your apartment. The door was open.’

      Ella’s eyes narrowed. ‘I always close the door behind me.’

      ‘Not this time,’ shrugged the man.

      ‘Who are you?’ Ella demanded, still clutching the scent bottle.

      ‘That’s not important,’ said the man, his earlier confidence returning even as he rubbed the growing lump on his skull, already the size of a walnut.

      ‘It’s important to me. Why are you here?’ said Ella. ‘And why were you at my grandmother’s service?’

      ‘Put down that bottle and I’ll tell you.’

      The man smiled, and for the first time Ella allowed herself to take a really good look at his face. She’d already clocked him as attractive, but she saw now that his defining feature was his jaw. Strong and perhaps a little too wide, it gave him a rough, rugged look at odds with his otherwise sophisticated manner and dress. He had brown eyes, surrounded by fans of deep lines that marked him as older than Ella had thought at the funeral service. Forty, at a guess, but in good shape for his age and with no hints of gray at the edges of his thick, dark hair. He was wearing a suit again today, well cut and expensive, with gold cufflinks that glinted when he raised his arms to shield himself from Ella’s impending blows.

      While Ella looked at him, he returned the compliment, his gaze trailing languidly up and down Ella’s body in a most disconcerting manner. The look in his eyes was part curious, part predatory. Ella felt an instinctive rush of blood to her groin. She gripped the perfume bottle tighter.

      ‘Tell me, right now, who you are and why you’re following me or I’ll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing.’

      ‘No you won’t.’ The man turned and walked into Ella’s living room, sitting down at the table and stretching out his legs with a maddening lack of concern. If he’d had a cigarette, he would have lit it.

      ‘I might,’ Ella protested weakly, unsure how she’d somehow lost the upper hand in their interaction. ‘Or for harassment.’

      ‘No one’s harassing you, Ella.’ It was the first time he’d used her name. ‘Sit down.’ He gestured to the chair opposite him, as if this were his apartment, not hers. Ella contemplated refusing, but then decided it would look weak and churlish. Besides, now that the shock at being ambushed had passed, she felt more intrigued than threatened. Putting down the bottle she joined him at the table.

      ‘Good.’ He smiled again, flashing his white teeth like a wolf. ‘Now, I believe you had some questions for me?’

      ‘Why were you at Mimi’s funeral?’ Ella began.

      ‘To see you.’

      ‘But you didn’t see me. You didn’t introduce yourself. You left before I could speak to you.’

      ‘I saw what I needed to see.’

      Ella scowled. She’d never been a fan of riddles.

      ‘What does that mean? What do you want from me?’ Her exasperation was starting to show. ‘You show up at my grandmother’s funeral, uninvited. Then you walk into my home, unannounced, and actually at a really bad time. I lost my job this morning.’

      The man shrugged, showing zero interest in this information, never mind sympathy.

      Christ, he’s rude, thought Ella. Of all the obnoxious, self-centered …

      ‘You would have had to leave your job anyway,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘You’re going to be working for us from now on, Ella.’

      Ella raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh I am, am I? And who exactly is “Us”?’

      The man leaned forward, suddenly animated. ‘The organization I represent is a secret but powerful group. We work as a force for justice around the globe.’

      Ella stifled the urge to laugh. What was this, a comic book? Next he’d be telling her that they all wore capes and lived in Bat-caves. But when he spoke again he sounded deadly serious.

      ‘There are things I can explain to you today. Other things will become clear over time. Once you start your training.’

      Training? For the first time it occurred to Ella that perhaps this good-looking stranger was actually unhinged. Some sort of paranoid schizophrenic who’d seen her on the street or in the coffee shop and decided to stalk her. First to Mimi’s funeral and now here, at her home. Perhaps she ought to be concerned for her safety?

      ‘Listen, I’m sorry,’ she said, getting up and walking, calmly, to the front door of the apartment. ‘I’m sure you mean well, but I think you must have me confused with someone else. I’m not going to be doing any “training” or joining any group. I have an ordinary life. I work in an office.’

      ‘I thought you said you were fired?’

      Wow, thought Ella, frowning. He has even worse social skills than I do.

      ‘Well, yes. I was fired. But that’s not the point. The point is I need you to leave now.’

      She held open the door. The man didn’t move.

      ‘Please go.’ Nothing.

      ‘I’m serious.’ Ella’s tone hardened. ‘If you don’t leave, I’ll—’

      ‘Your parents, William and Rachel Praeger, were both important members of The Group,’ the man said, without looking up from the table. ‘They devoted their lives to the cause.’

      Ella froze. ‘You knew my parents?’

      ‘Not personally,’ the man said. ‘I knew of them, naturally. They were legendary in their time. Everyone in The Group knows about the Praegers.’

      Ella closed the door. Her heart was beating so fast it was hard to breathe.

      She looked at the man. ‘You used the past tense. They “were” legendary.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘So