Six months later. Monday. Logan Muller's Apartment, Washington, DC.MEETING PLANNER WASN'T PART of Logan's job description, but it should be.This meeting should have happened last week. Logan had pushed for them to act immediately after Zora Clark had come to his office to show him some of the new intel they'd decrypted from the servers their team had hacked after the last operation.Fuck. It felt like these things were happening so quickly. How were they this far behind?Instead, Zora had given everyone a much needed long weekend for Thanksgiving. With any luck, however, they'd have all the details ironed out.Where the hell was everyone?He glanced at his watch, then the gurgling coffee maker. He'd had to upgrade when they started moving meetings to his apartment across the street from their headquarters. It wasn't ideal, but they didn't have any other option.There was someone on the task force that didn't want them to succeed. That much was obvious after the last
Logan hung back, allowing the others to take seats around the table. It could fit six, which was where his guys headed. Diha, Felecia and Cat perched on stools by the bar while Kelsey remained standing."Everyone take a seat. We'll pass around coffee." Logan squeezed into the small kitchen.Zora joined him, because the kitchen was the easiest place to address everyone in the small space. She set her satchel on the counter and turned her head toward him."Sorry I'm late," she said softly.Logan shrugged and hid his surprise at her apology. Zora wasn't the kind of person to spare words. Especially not for I'm sorry."We are going to step up our hunt for the mole," Zora announced to the room at large.Logan nodded. That made sense.They'd been at this job for half a year. The mole had been there before them, at least that was their best guess seeing as they'd had issues since day one. It was a problem that had to be resolved. Especially now that they had evidence and multipl
Tuesday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.KELSEY YOUNG DUCKED INTO the large briefing room fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. She wasn't typically the early bird type. Early birds stuck out and as an undercover FBI agent, she was trained to blend in. But today she couldn't help it. She was too excited.She was going undercover again. Finally.Her last gig had a rather climatic ending, which was how she'd wound up part of the task force. At first her being absorbed into the task force had been about controlling who knew what, but she'd pulled her weight, helped out the team, shown herself as trustworthy and made herself useful. Now she was part of the inner circle based on her own merit and the fact that she could be trusted. It was nice working as part of a team, even if it felt foreign and weird.There were only three other people in the room so far, and she didn't know them.Kelsey decided to sit on the back wall, out of the way and where she could comfortably wa
Now Kelsey would have to fend off questions about why she was sitting with Logan. She hadn't admitted her crush to anyone. Not one of the girls. They'd have to be blind to not see it. Chances were they were talking behind her back, waiting for her to come clean in her own time.Thinking about this close circle of girl friends warmed her. She'd never had this before, and she didn't want to give them up.She sank down a bit more, willing herself to be invisible.Logan was forgetting one very important fact.He had to get the job to go undercover, and she didn't see him applying for a job well. He was too used to giving orders for that.Zora breezed into the room. Alone, surprisingly. These days it seemed like Tucker was her constant shadow and no one could tell her why. Felecia had said her husband had told her something about Zora and Tucker having worked together in the past, but there weren't more details."Do you think we'll hear anything we don't already know?" Logan ask
Monday. Unknown.SKILTON PICKED UP THE steaming mug. It was too hot to drink, but just the smell of the fresh brew was enough to make his mind start spinning. They'd had a few road bumps lately, but this? This was coming together.He could lay a lot of the latest blunders at the feet of Senator John Dixon. The man had taken everything Skilton offered, pissed on it, then left. And to think, the man had been nothing when Skilton found him. Just a backwater politician from a good family with no ability to find his way out of a paper bag. John had charisma and a good face. Exactly the sort of thing Skilton wanted in a figurehead. Along the way, however, John had gotten greedy.The senator was about to learn a hard lesson about loyalty and paying your dues.Skilton was going to enjoy this. It had been quite some time since he'd been out in the field himself, but it was time.Their people had to know that they couldn't take the bounty of being part of this organization and just
Tuesday. Unknown.SKILTON DRUMMED HIS FINGERS on the desk.This next task would be the worst. Every update from his CIA resources was more and more problematic. When he'd first been appraised of the joint task force, he'd assigned resources and put it out of his mind. This wasn't the first time a government agency had set out to investigate events Skilton had orchestrated, but it was the most annoying. They'd already interfered with several plans in the works and eliminated Skilton's pet team of guard dogs.Nothing to do but rip the bandage off and handle them himself. Perhaps it was something he could do while addressing his problematic senator?He opened the report and skimmed the first few lines."They're-what?" he snarled and reread it all again.How did they know? Where was this information coming from? And why were his people just now learning of it?Events were in motion that could not be stopped.He read the rest of the report once, then the full thing again.
Kelsey slowly closed the distance between them. Her smile never once faltered, but she did picture planting her fist in the guy's face."Senator Dixon wants to meet you," Robert announced."Oh. Okay." She set the files back down on her desk and picked up a notebook, just in case. "Should I bring anything?""No. Come on."Robert turned and scurried toward the senator's office.Kelsey followed at a slightly slower pace.The man reminded her of a beetle, the way he hurried about with his head hunched all the time.Did he know why this mysterious Skilton guy wanted the senator dead or whatever?Robert glanced back. "Come on. Dixon has a meeting in forty-five minutes, which leaves a little bit of time in case he wants to address something with us. Do you have a pen? Good.""A meeting?" Kelsey frowned and mentally brought up the agenda for the day. "There isn't another meeting until four.""Personal meeting," Robert said without skipping a beat.Kelsey didn't know how D
Wednesday. Logan Muller's Apartment. Washington, DC.LOGAN DRAGGED THE TOWEL over his hair.He wasn't cutting it. He didn't care what the head of the senator's staff said, the hair was staying. For years he'd cut it for the SEALs. Now, he was growing it for himself. He wasn't sure why, it just felt right. Part of him.A sharp knock at his door made him frown.Who the hell was that?Jamie was at his girlfriend's.Evan had mentioned taking his wife to a movie.Tucker was likely still at work, shadowing Zora.And Harper? Who the hell knew what Harper was doing.Logan crossed the apartment to the door and peered out the peephole.A petite figure stood outside with the jacket collar flipped up. It was the height that gave her away. And, well, the jacket. He'd know that black, faux-fur-lined coat anywhere. She was never without it.He unlocked the door and stepped aside. Kelsey entered without an invitation. Snow flurries swirled around her as she crossed the thresho
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