Jax leaned forward. “They’d just borrow someone else’s if they want to sneak around.”
Johan laughed. “We are aware. But then it’s willful, isn’t it?”
Leo felt Jax’s fingers grip his arm. “How is willful disobedience handled these days?” Leo asked.
Johan met his gaze. “Not as strongly as it once was. I assure you.”
“That’s good to know.”
The headmaster turned to them, clasped his hands. “I certainly don’t need to give you a tour, as Jacqueline is quite capable.”
Leo smiled at Jax when her full name was used.
The headmaster continued. “All I ask is that you don’t disturb any classes in session. We reserve that for parents considering Richter for their children.”
Jax tilted her head. “That’s a little far off.”
Johan looked between the two of them, his smile wide. “Life sneaks up on you.”
“Is there anywhere you’d like us to avoid?” Jax asked.
He shook his head. “We have nothing to hide here at Richter.” He started walking away.
“Headmaster?” Jax stopped him. “Is Checkpoint Charlie still here? I’d really like him to meet Leo.”
“Yes, Charles spends quite a bit of time in the upperclassmen dorms. You’ll likely find him there.”
“Thank you.”
Johan turned to Leo. “Wonderful to meet you. Do stop by the administration and let them know when you’re leaving campus.”
Jax let go of Leo’s arm as the headmaster walked out of sight. “Anytime someone tells you they have nothing to hide . . .”
“They have something to hide.”
Jax sighed. “Let’s go find Charlie.”
Olivia thought she was done spying on Richter.
Until she followed Leo and Jax as they left the Hilton and drove there.
God, it was good to see him.
Goddamn him for following her to Germany.
And damn it to hell . . . what had Charlie told them?
Olivia followed them back to the hotel and then again an hour later when they left to grab dinner. Once she was fairly certain that was the extent of their plans, she liberated a master key from a hotel maid and slipped into Leo’s room.
She searched his things but didn’t touch his computer. Three women on Neil’s team were trained by the same instructors as her. When it was obvious there wasn’t anything in the room that clued her in to something useful, she sat in the lone chair, grabbed a jar of fifteen-euro peanuts, and put her feet up on the bed.
She needed to end this thing and send him back to the States after shattering any fantasy he had about her.
Because that’s all she could be.
A fantasy.
Ninety minutes—and half the minibar snacks later—the electronic lock on Leo’s door told her it was showtime.
She took a fortifying breath and put on her best resting bitch face.
Leo stopped in his doorway, his eyes aimed right at her.
Ignoring the surge of adrenaline and the increasing beat of her heart, she set the pace. “Close the damn door before someone sees me.”
He released the door, let it swing shut, and took a step closer. The relief on his face was so transparent she wanted to cry inside. That was the kind of look that would get him killed.
She lifted a hand. “No, no. This is not a social call.”
He stopped. “You look tired.”
She stood. “What are you trying to prove?” she asked and didn’t wait for him to reply. “That the FBI hires idiots? Because coming here, looking for me . . . you’re a dead man walking if anyone connects the dots.”
“A chance I’m willing to take.” He removed his jacket and tossed it on the edge of the bed.
She dug her nails into her palms. “What did Charlie tell you?”
He smiled. “I find it completely counterproductive for you to tell me you don’t care and follow me at the same time.”
“I tried shaking you in Vegas.” She pointed to her chest. “This Olivia would have used you for a night and kicked you out in the street without your shoes. The woman in Colorado no longer exists. I’m sure Neil warned you about me.”
Leo rubbed his chin. “Neil told me a lot . . . but Sasha, she was the one with some insight.”
Olivia took one step closer, lowered her voice. “I am not the kind of person you want anything to do with.”
Leo sighed, rolled his index finger in the air. “Oh, I know it. The Assassin and the FBI Agent. Believe me, that’s been spinning in my head for a month.”
Why was he smiling? “I’ve killed people.”
He chuckled. “Killed. Past tense.”
“Leo—”
“You’re not on any list, by the way. Not one. We’ve