IVY HELD ONTO THE door and kept her feet braced on the floorboard."What just happened?" she demanded.Her heart was racing and with the lack of sleep, too much caffeine mixed with adrenaline, she could taste colors."I don't know," Piers snapped.She didn't take that personally. Everyone got a pass during tense situations like these.He whipped the car into the parking lot of a train station. "We need to change and get on the train, okay?""What about the gun? Keep it or leave it?" she asked."Keep it on you, but we need to stash it somewhere soon. We don't want that on us. Chances are it could be leverage."He parked the car then pulled out a package of wipes they'd bought earlier. She snagged one and began wiping things down.They'd discussed this before. It was a matter of when the feds would catch up to them if they maintained this same course of action. The best thing for them to do was make that trail as hard to follow as possible. She did her part on his side
Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.KILLAM HAD WORN A lot of disguises over the years. It came with the job. Most weren't all that impressive. Just something to alter his appearance slightly. None of that came close to strolling around a crowded lawn dressed up as though he were the worst nightmare in Friday the 13th.At least he and Ivy were armed with guns. Something tangible.He glanced down at her and couldn't help but smile.She'd had a lightweight maroon hoodie in the bag she'd brought with her. With the hood up to hide her blonde hair and the mask, she was invisible. Just another person out taking in the day.The Mall had only been officially open for an hour, but people had begun gathering much earlier. The carnival was open and lines had formed.He and Ivy had walked the perimeter there first, but the only vehicles around it belonged to the crew or police.Killam eyed a lone man, his face mostly covered by paint.It was going to be impossible to pick out
"Get out of here," Killam said.Ivy ignored him and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a multi-tool and without looking at it flipped the thing open."Watch the crowd," she said."Ivy." He knelt next to her.Her focus was on the phone screen."You have to get out of here," he whispered."How good are you with detonators?" she asked.Killam could construct a rough bomb, but that wasn't his specialty. He'd undergone training as an Air Marshall, but he knew this exceeded his ability.He wanted to tell her he was an expert and she should get out of his way. He wanted to protect her. But the truth of it was that he needed her."How long will it take to handle this?" he asked instead."Longer if you keep talking to me."Fighting his instinct, he stood and braced a hand on the closest stand, doing his best to look casual and keep an eye on the crowds.Zak and Miran's people wouldn't have just set these up and left them. They'd keep an eye on them, which meant
Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.IVY GLANCED OVER HER shoulder, but Piers was gone from view.She knew he would be. She'd stuck to her path, striking off diagonally across the green while Piers had taken off at a jog to get to the other end of the lawn before time ran out.Time.There wasn't enough of it.She picked up the pace, scanning the wide path. There were slightly fewer people, which made it easier to go faster. The further she went without spotting the car, the more nervous she got.Where was it?Had Piers been wrong?She pushed the mask up and slowed her step, peering through the people.They couldn't be wrong. They just couldn't. The other two cars had to be here."Ivy?"Her gaze focused on a woman standing all of six feet away, gaping at her. Ivy opened and closed her mouth. She knew the woman, but she wasn't supposed to be here. This was all wrong.And then it all made sense.Kelsey.The Task Force.They were here.The upload must h
Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.KILLAM DIDN'T HAVE THE luxury of being careful. He jogged through and past people, constantly aware of the ticking clock.How much time was left? How much had he wasted on that kid? Was Ivy okay? Had she found her target?It would have been ideal if they could have coordinated moving in on their two targets at the same time. In reality, Killam knew what the end result would be.He couldn't disarm whatever was under the car. Not like Ivy could. He hadn't exactly decided what he was going to do. It all boiled down to time that wasn't on his side.Like usual, he'd figure it out as he went.Killam cut toward the curb and slowed, his gaze searching through the crowd.There.Something glinted red.His heart fell.Of course it would be red.The other two cars were fakes. Expensive cars, but not what their packaging promised. The red Lamborghini Aventador was exactly what it pretended to be.Killam glanced over his shoulder.I
Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.IVY SUCKED DOWN AIR and stared off across the grass. That had sounded like the backfiring of a car amidst the chaos. But she couldn't be certain.Had Piers made it to the car in time?"What's going on?" Kelsey demanded. She still had her gun pressed to Zak's back.Nasar didn't budge. He didn't say anything. He stood with his hands at his sides, completely still. He was possibly the only calm person there."Kelsey, Ivy!"She whipped her head around and stared at Logan, flanked by Tucker and Jamie rushing toward them. They had on blue windbreakers with FBI emblazoned on the chest in bright yellow. Ivy eyed them warily.The two CIA agents who'd tried to kill her and Piers were still out there somewhere."What's going on?" she asked, needing to know something.Had anyone heard from or seen Piers? Where was he?Logan glanced from Kelsey to her and back to Kelsey."Logan," Ivy snapped."We're not sure, but it sounds like somet
Tuesday. Logan's Apartment. Washington, DC.IVY SAT WITH HER legs curled under her in the big armchair. The doctor had been in to check on her again. She was no longer suffering from hypothermia, yet her insides were numb. Kelsey said she was likely still in shock or something. All Ivy knew was that Piers was gone and she was alone.She'd never been able to find him or the car. Not by herself or when Logan and the others jumped in to help her search. She'd have kept going if they hadn't hauled her out. She'd been too tired to fight them by that point. She couldn't struggle anymore, so she'd given in.Damn it. She should have kept fighting."Ivy?"She lifted her chin and looked across Logan's living room at him and Zora.He nodded at the untouched cup of coffee in front of Ivy. "You going to drink that?""Sure." She reached for the cup mechanically."I don't think this is helping," Zora said under her breath.This debrief was supposed to have happened in the confere
Wednesday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.IVY PACED THE LAB to the sound of Diha's typing. The other two women, Cat and Felecia, were staring at computer screens. They'd been very kind to Ivy. It was a fact she struggled to hold on to as her frustration and anger built.Two days.They'd had two days now to find Piers.The car and the attached canisters were off somewhere drying so forensics could look at them.Zak and Nasar were in custody.But no one had found Piers, and Ivy wasn't all that certain people were trying to find him. Oh, she'd seen the reports and knew there were a few boats out looking for the body, but they hadn't found him. And what was worse, Logan wouldn't allow her to go search.Piers had been right.They'd sent her in there with no real plan or preparation.How much better could this have gone if Piers had been involved since the beginning?The lab door opened and Kelsey stuck her head in and focused on Ivy. "Hey, they're doing the
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