Chapter 7
“Can you see?” I asked quietly.
Caldwell leaned closer, his torso pressing against my upper arm and shoulder. His hand slid higher on my neck, into my hair. Was he caressing my scalp? My concentration wavered, and with it the picture in the bowl. I took a deep breath, centered myself, and brought the image back into focus.
For long moments, we stared into the bowl. The obviously scared and worried man captivated me. Agent Dreswick had said he was in danger, and clearly Mason Roberts knew it. I wanted to reach through the water and offer him a hand. I wanted to let him know he wasn’t alone. But all I could do was hope he gaveus something to indicate where he was hiding so the agents could help him.
Suddenly, Caldwell’s fingers tightened on my scalp, digging in and pulling on my hair a little. I gasped, the sensation shooting a new shock of lust through my veins. Caldwell didn’t seem to notice.