"You can't do this." I whispered meekly. But I didn't resist physically when two sets of strong hands belonging to stern looking police officers found my shoulders and turned me around. With my back to all of the men and women in uniform, I felt cool metal close around my slender wrists and bile rose in my throat as terror whipped through my body. "Alistair." I whispered pleadingly, craning my neck to see him standing very still, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes no longer glowing with laughter like they had on our date. There was nothing in his expression aside from stark seriousness and an air of contempt surrounded him. "Alistair, please, you can't let them do this to me."

"Ms. Lopez, I think it's best if you remain silent until we formally start the questioning period." Alistair replied. His voice was cold and low. I was almost amazed that this was the same man that I had been so thrilled to go on a date with. I couldn't believe that I had stood in front of a mirror, examining myself from every angle to make sure that I looked absolutely perfect for a man who was now glaring at me. He couldn't possibly be the same man he gently pulled me close as he whispered his thoughts on the art that had been in front of us.

"My name is Celeste Davidson." I stated, but it felt like the denial came out of my mouth too late, like I had forgotten to defend myself.

The strong hands spun me around and began assisting me down the few steps that led up to my door. Their hold wasn't particularly hard and it wasn't causing me any pain, but I was certain that it would be impossible for me break out of.

"Of course it is." Alistair agreed, a taunting smirk gracing his lips. "Now, I want you to tell me if you have anything on you that will cause me bodily harm."

I shook my head slowly, becoming aware that I was standing on my lawn with my hands cuffed behind my back while wearing men's sweatpants and a hoodie I had gotten years ago that was fraying at every seam. The neighbors who smiled at me politely and chatted with me about their kids now gawked and stared shamelessly, loving the gossip more than my right to privacy.

But I had little time to worry about that because a moment later I felt hands grab at my upper thigh and slide down the length of my leg. I yelped and jerked away, but Alistair grabbed onto my leg tightly, forcing me to stay put. I watched him the whole time, knowing completely that this dark haired man was not Josh, but Josh had been the last man to touch me, the last man to run his hands over my thighs, around my waist and up my back. I fought the dizziness that came with the anxiety, hoping I appeared peeved and agitated, but I deeply feared I was going to faint. But he checked over my baggy clothing, carefully patting me down and when he was certain that my baggy clothing was hiding nothing he straightened up to his full height beside me.

"How should we transport her?" one of the officers hold my arms asked.

"Let me take it from here, thank you all for your help." Alistair replied. He moved closer to me and placed his hand perfectly against the small of my back, like he was guiding me onto the dance floor and not away from a hoard of law enforcement officers.

"You're going to look very foolish for dispatching all of the police in the city when it turns out that I'm a perfectly lawful citizen." I hissed out between my teeth. My words were strong but my knees were shaking.

"Of course, Ms. Lopez. But I would rather risk looking foolish than being dead as I was unprepared for the level of skill that you may have had."

"My name is Celeste Davidson." I snapped, "I don't know who you think I am, but I don't care. This is unlawful and cruel. Not to mention deeply unnecessary. Take a look at any of my documents, they all state my name very clearly. You dragging me out of my home like this is horrendous for my reputation and I will make sure you face repercussions."

The words came out of my mouth with outstanding confidence. But it didn't matter how confident I sounded because the words were lies. Yes, all of my documents stated that I was Celeste Davidson, that I was born in Calgary Alberta, home of the world famous Calgary Stampede. I had two fabricated parents and I knew their stories ridiculously well though no one ever asked about them. I knew why exactly I had moved to Ottawa and why, and exactly how I met Sophie after I had moved here. That was all irrelevant. The reality was that I was a fugitive in this country with fake documents and a furious and powerful ex-fiancé still hunting me down.

"I would imagine that you would be very good at covering your tracks." Alistair mused as he pulled open the rear door of a very luxurious SUV. It was odd to see the classy vehicle among all of the old and beaten police cars that still had their lights blazing. "Now get in before I damage your reputation more by forcing you into the back seat."

I awkwardly climbed in with my limited movement of my arms and decided that there was no way I could dig myself out of this trench. At least, not yet. He was stubborn and seemed quite certain that I was Camila Lopez. A few sweet words would not be enough to sway him. Even on our brief date I had deemed him to be confident and very self-assured, he wouldn't believe me unless he wanted to. Before I unraveled myself further and was swept away by the panic that would inevitably show up after the shock departed, I had to make a plan. And to do that I had to start understanding the man that had taken me on a date.

"You're quite young to be owning a Lexus." I said boldly as he slid into the front seat. The Plexiglas the separated us muffled my voice, but I knew he could hear me regardless.

"It costs as much as your Subaru with all the modifications." He retorted quickly.

"So you know about my cars?"

"I know everything about you, Camila."

His comment released a whip of anxiety within me and I mentally counted to ten to bring my heart rate down to a manageable beat. I would not allow him to frazzle me while I was applying my own pressure on him. He had training, just like Josh, to get under people's skin and make them do and say invalid things.

"Still, you're very young to have this kind of work." I pressed, redirecting the subject back to him.

The pressure worked. At least to some degree. I watched his jaw twitch with anger, but was unable to detect any other signs of frustration. He was remarkably calm and collected as he began driving.

"I'm very good at what I do, or I wouldn't be here."

"So what do you do exactly? Harass innocent women?"

"Arrest criminals." His voice was gruff and harsh. I didn't know if he could sense that I was pushing back and he was retaliating or if he was testing me out just like I was testing him.

Either way, I forced myself to remain as calm as possible. Which, in all fairness, was quite far from calm. My hands were clenched into tight fists behind my back and I had to desperately fight the urge to throw myself down on my back and kick at the windows. If I wanted him to believe I was innocent I had to act innocent.

"Cops do that. I don't think you're a cop."

"I'm an agent."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that I'm better and therefore have more rights when it comes to dealing with people like you."

People like me. People who snuck out of their fiancé's house with nothing but a black duffle bag to save what little of themselves there was remaining? Or had Josh fabricated some horrendous story against me, because, clearly, I was not being treated like an innocent woman who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. I know that when I had first left, though it had been obvious that I had run away, taking my belongings and my car with me, the news reports all stated that I had been kidnapped. Of course, that was only because Josh hadn't wanted to tarnish his own image and he had control over what was released to the public. He could've had any one of his goons below him botch the report or write a completely false one if he wanted, but I doubted he even had to go that far. Local law enforcement believed every word that dripped out of his mouth and they wouldn't investigate if he gave the orders not to.

But the way I was being treated now suggested that the story had changed. Had he actually admitted what I had taken from him? It seemed impossible that he would confess to the public that he had been robbed and his fiancée had left him all in one fatal swoop. But there had to be a valid reason for Alistair's gruffness.

"You mean business women? I suppose we are rather difficult to deal with because we are very determined and quite stubborn." I shot back, adjusting my sitting position when the handcuffs dug into my skin painfully and my arms started to ache. Even this stunning SUV with its buttery leather couldn't alleviate the awkwardness of the position I was in.

"This conversation is getting tedious, Miss Lopez." Alistair sighed.

Even through the damaged Plexiglas that separated us I could see how skillful his driving was. Stanley didn't drive with such ease and calmness on the insanely crowded streets. Alistair carefully wove through traffic, no lights or sirens on his vehicle to make people move out of his way, but he flew around traffic at a ridiculous speed and didn't even bat an eye when he squeezed through a tiny gap in between two vehicles while I was cringing in the back, waiting for the awful crunching sound of metal on metal. The only sounds that were made were angry honks from concerned motorists.

"I shouldn't be driving like this. You could kill us or someone else." I snapped. "Cops don't even drive like this when they have their lights and sirens on."

"Agent." Alistair corrected, pointing to himself with one finger, like he was explaining it to a child, though he really hadn't given me a full explanation yet. "Besides, I don't think you want to draw any more attention to yourself wearing men's lounge clothing in the back of a government vehicle, do you?"

"You're very proud of your title." I replied bitterly, unable to deny his statement.

"It's a big accomplishment, something that I had to work for by myself and I achieved it at a very young age. You would understand the pride if you had to work to build your own company instead of using deceit."

That comment floored me because, for the first time today, it was actually untrue. And I was unprepared to tell the truth instead of fabricating another lie.

"I built my company from the ground up." I sputtered out.

Alistair's eye snapped up to the rearview mirror as we drove into a parking lot for an unmarked building. That awful smile touched his lips again.

"Well Miss Lopez, we will certainly find out if that is the truth." He murmured.

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