Jones Redman looked at the slender, dark-haired woman standing in the doorway. The reflective sunglasses he wore hid his eyes as he scanned her. Her hair was tousled and her face was flushed. There was a slight redness along her jaw and on her neck. There was more than just her here.
He cleared his throat before speaking. It was a signal to the others to spread out and search the area. He noted the nervous look she cast as she watched the other men with him begin moving in different directions before she returned her gaze to him.
This time, her lips were pressed tightly together in annoyance. He also noted that she did not open the screen door separating them. He would bet his retirement that she was hiding something from the way she crossed her arms and glared at him.
“My name is Jones
