Tuesday. New York.NASAR SANK DOWN FARTHER in the front seat of his borrowed truck.He'd followed Daniel Smith to the Air Force base that morning, and the man hadn't yet left.Was it possible he'd been telling the truth? If he was, then where was the rest of the information coming from?Nasar scrolled the Facebook page of one of Daniel's cousins, a pretty blonde girl who was maybe a year or two younger than him. Like most American girls, she documented her every waking moment online and little of it was made private.He'd scrolled back almost ten years, drinking in Daniel Smith's story.Every family member Nasar had investigated all said the same thing.Daniel fixed planes.He didn't fly drones.If that was the case, why had Nasar been told differently?He set the phone down.When his family had been killed, Nasar had been working with the Americans as a translator. He hadn't been lying about that point. It was a fact. No one had been able to give him answers a
Tuesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.ZAK STARED AT THE plume of dust rising up in the wake of the orange car.Someday Zak was going to put a bullet in Piers Killam's head. He'd never see it coming."Now's our chance," Miran muttered.Zak turned toward Yousef. It was just them now. "You said the money would be in our hands last night."Yousef stared back at Zak with cool composure. "Who are you working for?"Like he was going to share that information. Skilton was another breed of man, and Zak wasn't about to fuck with him.He spread his hands. "What does it matter so long as we make them bleed?"Yousef's expression never changed. "The money is on its way.""Cutting it kind of short," Zak muttered."The Sauds move at their own pace," Yousef said with that intonation that made him sound like a clock."Yeah, well, some of us have bills to pay." Zak turned on his heel.Someday he wouldn't need to rely on outside funding. He'd have his own mountain
"Shit, how many people did you invite today?" Killam could see the security up ahead."Oh, just friends." Jabby waved his hand. "Go around back, will you?""Sure thing."Killam cranked the wheel, then gassed it. They circled back, taking the delivery entrance to the back of the property. They were admitted without a check-everyone would know what vehicle they'd taken-and Killam opted to park the Bugatti himself in the second garage. While there wasn't a line to get in, several delivery trucks were already there.Including the same blue water truck.Jabby's dealer?Except, Jabby didn't seem to notice the truck at all."What's happening next?" Killam asked.Jabby seemed to consider the question for a moment. "Probably hit the pool."They got out of the car as house attendants rushed to greet Jabby and sweep him away. That worked for Killam, who wanted a closer look at the water truck.He spent a moment walking around the car until the group around the prince were far
Tuesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.IVY STARED AT HER reflection.She'd never looked more beautiful.London had worked some magic with the hairspray to somehow make her curls seem as if they had more life. Nor had put some final touches on her make-up.Too bad all Ivy wanted to do was take a swan dive into the pool.Today had been trying, to say the least. While Jabir had obviously imbibed less than the day before, she'd felt more like a nanny than anything else. Except when he'd groped her. Even during the worst periods working for her former clients the teenage son hadn't pulled that stunt."I think you'll do," London said, sounding pleased.Unlike the night before, she wore a simple gunmetal gray sheath dress with a thigh high slit and had gone easy on the make-up.Ivy felt like she was a pig getting ready for the slaughter."I can't decide if you look like a Roman goddess or an ice queen all in white." London grabbed Ivy's wrist and lifted. "Th
Ivy glanced around and spied Yousef headed their way.Thank goodness for the resident parent. She wasn't sure how Jabir stayed alive without the man."Prince Jabir?" Yousef inclined his head slightly with his hand on his chest. "This way, sir?"He gestured to his right, toward the exterior doors leading into what was currently serving as the dining hall.Jabir looped his arm around her shoulders and together they headed for the doors. Yousef fell into step with them on Jabir's other side. She caught Yousef glancing sideways at Jabir every few steps.Whatever Jabir paid Yousef, it wasn't enough. Not by a longshot.They managed to get to the doors and inside without incident. It took twice as long to navigate the room. Everyone wanted to stop and talk to Jabir. By the time he sank into the wide, plush chair at the head table, her feet were killing her. She hadn't been able to get by with wedges tonight.Jabir thrust his glass at her. "Get me another."She kept her smile f
Ivy had never been a girl who was governed by her feelings. She'd always brought a bit of rationality into the picture. But she was losing that objectivity with Piers.It had to be this situation. She'd never been in over her head like she was now, and he was her lifeline. This thing they shared was mostly in her head.Hell, Piers was probably acting completely normal and it was her twisting it around to be something it wasn't.She had to stop this. Somehow.Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep, steadying breath.Tonight, after the party and she'd dealt with Jabir, she'd let herself feel whatever way her heart wanted. Tomorrow she was taking back that control. The job would be the better for it.Ivy kept an eye on Jabir, but he was moving in circles comprised solely of men. She'd read the social guide for parties like these. Mostly it had boiled down to, use your own judgement. Given that women didn't enjoy the same freedoms, Ivy and the others had to be careful. It seemed
Tuesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.KILLAM WAS GOING TO kill Jabby. The question was, would it happen fast or slow?Watching him with Ivy all day had slowly unhinged Killam to the point that he couldn't make polite conversation. He nodded to a few people as he exited the dining hall. People were beginning to move from food to other entertainments, and given the number of joints being passed around, tonight would likely be pretty chill.Too bad he had no chill. Not even a little bit.He hadn't seen Ivy in five minutes.She was so damn confident she could handle Jabby, but he'd seen her today. Even when he hadn't wanted to look, he'd seen. The touches. The slight panic she tried to cover up.It had taken everything in him to not blow their cover.Ivy had done the best job possible at every turn. It didn't change the fact that she should never have been asked to do this in the first place.When this was over, Killam was going to have a long, ugly chat w
Killam was going to murder the man. Skin him alive.He closed his eyes and took a breath.No, he wouldn't do any of that, but he damn well wanted to.Ivy crawled off the bed. "I need to get started on his phone.""Do that." Killam gave himself a mental shake, then reached for Jabby's pants.This was going down as one of the stranger things he'd ever done in the name of the job, that was for sure.Killam left Jabby's underwear on, then rolled him under the blankets.Lipstick was smeared on one pillow.There was one high heel poking out from under the bed. Its companion was by the door.Ivy stood with her back to him, two phones in hand."I'm going to need to do a fingerprint scan, too," she said."Do I want to know where you were hiding that?" Killam knew phones were contraband outside of the women's wing, and he hadn't seen it on her all night."Modified thigh holster. Duh."He chuckled and shook his head."It's going." She set the two phones down carefully
A week later...QUENTIN WISHED HE COULD savor this moment. He slapped the cuffs on the pint-sized asshole who'd had Candi's life in the palm of his hand that fateful night. Was it just a week ago?This should be more satisfying.It was, in a way.Eleven perfectly timed arrests effectively cut off all the heads of Metis. According to Nadine's notes, there was still one unknown head of the organization out there. But they were not alone. Metis itself wouldn't be ordering the death of anyone else. But it didn't bring Nadine back. It didn't restore the time Quentin had lost with Candi. It did make the world a little better, and in the end that's what mattered. Nadine's final acts were all about sacrifice and justice.Quentin stepped back as the FBI agents continued doing their job.He'd been granted permission to be here. As CIA, he had no jurisdiction nor the ability to make an arrest. Still, putting those cuffs on the little asshole felt good.Nadine would be pleased.
Sunday. Clementine Baker's Home, Washington, DC.CANDI CLUTCHED Q'S HAND in both of hers. "Is this it?""Yeah," he whispered.They stared at the moderate sized home in a DC suburb. Now and wind pelted them. Her teeth chattered. And yet, it felt good. The bone chilling cold reminded her that she was alive."Are we going to knock?" she asked."No. Come on. The FBI lookouts know why we're here."Q led her through the yard and a side gate. A uniformed police officer sat at the first-floor window watching them. Q nodded. Candi lifted a hand, but let it drop to her side without actually waving."This way."Solar lights chased away the shadows, making it less ominous. In a few hours, the world would wake up to a blanket of new snow. A clean slate.Candi didn't know how to feel right now.On one hand, they'd found Nadine. They'd done what they'd set out to do.But, Nadine was dead. Her final act had been to save Q and give them the means with which to combat two threat
Small hands shoved Quentin sideways a second before bullets erupted into the night.Quentin yelled. It was mixed rage and fear. He staggered sideways, only for Nadine to shove at him again."Move, damn it," she barked.They dove behind the shelter of a single boulder. This side of the creek the ground was rockier.Quentin yanked his sidearm out of his holster and sucked down air.Unlike the men at their back, Quentin didn't have unlimited ammunition. Not unless he took theirs."Give me a gun," Nadine hissed.He still couldn't trust her. "No.""Damn you," she growled."Come out and it'll be quick," a voice called out.Nadine laid a finger across her lips and stared him down.He opened his mouth, but she spoke first."You can't think I'm that stupid," she said. With her other hand she pointed back down the way they'd come.She wanted him to go to the creek?"I think you know what your options are," the man called out.Quentin's head knew he couldn't trust Na
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.QUENTIN KEPT AN ARM right around Nadine and held to the broken stub of a branch. The ground beneath them had started to crumble. He wasn't convinced that they'd keep their perch if he let go.Damn it.Every time they made a move someone was in their path. And it wasn't always the same pair.Were all six circling him and Nadine? Did that mean they'd captured Candi? Or had she gotten away?He'd heard a couple of shots off in the distance. Could it be...?No.He had to keep his mind here and now.Quentin strained to hear anything. A leaf on the wind. The crunch of a boot. Something.To Nadine's credit, even her breathing was soundless.Could he trust her to not turn on him?He didn't think so.She leaned toward him until she could whisper ever so faintly in his ear. "Now."He understood her meaning. They were both watching and waiting for an opening. Words were unnecessary risks.One thing was certain, he could trust Nadine to h
Candi's heart raced as she watched the man kneel by the bag and yank the zipper.She lunged left, behind a tree and drew her weapon.Overhead, there was no mistaking the whining whirl of helicopter blades. It might not be anyone friendly, but DC was about a half hour away by air. They'd called Q's contacts about forty-five minutes ago.Could that be help? More enemies? Something else?She didn't know, but she had to hope. She had to believe this wasn't how it was going to end."Hey!" the man barked. "Get back out here.""Keep the cash and let me go, no one has to know." She clicked the safety off the gun.Candi had mostly blocked out the fact that she'd shot and killed someone after being kidnapped. Now, it was on repeat in her mind.Could she do it again?If she got to tell Q she loved him-again-she'd pull the trigger.Her hands shook.The leaves rustled underfoot, allowing her to track the man's movements. She shifted around the tree, keeping it between them.
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.CANDI CROUCHED BETWEEN THE rotted out remnants of a tree and a dense holly bush. This was as close as she could get to the house without being seen.Where had Q and Nadine gotten to?Candi had run out of the house, unable to hear anything beyond the blood pumping in her ears. She'd pushed ahead, convinced those men were right behind her. The only thought in her head was that she couldn't lag behind or else Q would have to leave her.Only, it had happened the other way around.She didn't know when or how Q got separated from her, but when she'd paused to turn around and look, he was gone.Her teeth chattered together. Had something been on the news about a cold front? The winter had been awfully mild so far. It would be their luck for snow to settle in today.Please, no...Where were they?She cautiously peered out through the branches.All but one of the men who'd arrived at the house had gone into the woods.Was this a bad idea?
Friday. Harper's Ferry, VA.THIS WAS A DISASTER of her making.The stitch in Nadine's side felt like a knife was being plunged into her. That, or her scar tissue was warning her about the turning weather. The warm spell was most certainly over."This way," Quentin whispered.Her heart twinged.This was her fault.She was going to get this boy killed. And for what?Over the years, she'd lost her focus. She'd become a leaf, being blown about with no respite. She'd done things to stay afloat, things she regretted.Like involving Quentin.He didn't know it yet, but she wasn't leaving this forest alive."Shit," Quentin muttered."What-?"She never got the question out. Her foot slipped on the underbrush then she tripped on a root. Only, the ground wasn't where she thought it should be. She pitched forward and just kept going. Her shoulder hit the steep incline first, then the rest of her. Limbs tore at her clothing. Rocks scraped her skin. Something rubbery smacke
Friday. Safe House, Unknown, VA.QUENTIN HELD TIGHT TO Candi's hand. He kept glancing at her to make sure she was really there and he hadn't imagined her dramatic return. He had the urge to leave Nadine here and run away with Candi, somewhere it would be just the two of them forever.Instead, he secured the front door then stood in the entry staring at her."And here I thought you'd finally grown a brain," Nadine said dryly.Candi held up her other hand, extending just her middle finger in Nadine's direction.Quentin's phone buzzed. He knew before he pulled it out that it was Wesley. Quentin turned the screen toward Candi. She shrugged and didn't offer any insight into what he should say or do.He clicked the answer button and put it on speaker."Wesley, hey.""Is she there?" Wesley's voice was flat, emotionless.Quentin glanced at Candi. "Yeah."Wesley sighed heavily. "Damn it.""You're on speaker," Candi said."Do you have any idea what I sacrificed to help
Friday.CANDI SLUMPED DOWN A bit more. Wesley gripped the steering wheel like he was on a race course. From where she sat, she could see the speed wavering between five and ten over the speed limit.He couldn't wait to get away from Q.Her heart nearly seized up just thinking that.She wrapped her arms around her more tightly, as if she could hold herself together with strength alone.It felt like history repeating itself.She had to leave because of Nadine for her own good.While Q remained where he was.Candi understood his resolve to carry through with his job. She really did. But her heart couldn't help but feel abandoned. Again.Q had chosen Nadine once over her, and now it was happening again.Yes, Candi knew it was different. This was about doing the right thing and protecting themselves."You're awfully quiet," Wesley finally said."Know your audience," she mumbled.He glanced at her. His sunglasses hid his eyes and made it impossible to guess at wh