Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.AFTER LUNCH, KELSEY GAVE up trying to hide her device usage. She'd set up her tablet and keyboard the moment Robert disappeared back upstairs.The agenda for the rest of the day was telling.There were a few event services between the lobbyist meetings that all proved to be as above board as she could tell. It was the lobbyist meetings that were truly telling.She found a marked difference between those meetings and the ones from yesterday. The people who'd visited the office had been well-respected, save for Oliver. His presence was still a puzzle they hadn't figured out yet.Today it was like a who's who of questionable practices.Was this why Dixon had moved them from the office to his home? Fewer eyes to document who he spoke with?There was a theme to the meetings. A few pharma lobbyists. One group representing a collection of Indian companies and their interest. A group of pro-cannabis lobbyists, who were possibl
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN FIDDLED WITH THE cover protecting the battery in his Jeep. Actually, coordinating a manufactured malfunction had been harder than anticipated. Between the loitering security and the house staff, if he hadn't had Kelsey running interference for him, this wouldn't have worked out.He wasn't certain what they hoped to observe. It was just a feeling. A hunch that something was going to go wrong very soon.Why did it have to feel like the only one he could lean on was Kelsey?Hell, he hadn't seen the guys except for the prisoner handoff.What were they doing anyway?If Zora was tightening things down as much as she claimed, the only people she could rely on would be the guys and Diha's people.At what point should Logan reach out to his actual boss?According to the contract, all support was to come from the Task Force. But if the Task Force was the source of their threat, what then? What was best for his people?
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN CRANKED THE WHEEL hard. They bounced along the shoulder until he got all four tires on the pavement.Dixon's house was around two bends."Park on this side of the drive. Let's just walk by, okay?" she suggested."You carrying?" he asked."I will be." Kelsey pulled a neoprene case out from her tote.What else was in that thing?She unlocked some security measure before opening the case.Dixon's service entrance was just ahead of them. The legging clad ladies were nowhere to be seen, at least.Logan parked the Jeep and got out while Kelsey scrambled to catch up. He heard her cursing under her breath, but ignored it.The van was parked haphazardly across the driveway, blocking any exit or entry onto the Dixon property. Had Dixon and Brown been expecting a visitor? Was this another attempt on the senator's life?"Call it in," he said softly.Kelsey obeyed immediately. He was a little surprised she didn't gi
Friday. Unknown. Washington, DC.SKILTON INHALED DEEPLY THROUGH his nose, held the breath for a count of five, and only then did he let it out. On the screen, a trim woman bent forward. Her mouth moved, but Skilton had her on mute. Yoga was more relaxing without prattling people.One reality of the world was that he was getting older. These cross-Atlantic trips weren't as easy on his body as they used to be.He bent forward until his nose practically touched his knees. He flattened his hands on the floor and began walking them out until he could transfer weight to them.Inhale again.Dixon should be dead by now. It was honestly a matter of luck that Skilton had found someone already disposed toward violence and disliking the senator. All he'd needed was a push. A little nudge.Hold the breath.Skilton would allow Dixon's people to squirm for a day. That seemed about right.Push the breath out.It was a pity Dixon hadn't worked out. He really had been their best can
Kelsey mustered a smile for him. If the blood wasn't Roberts, she might have had a comeback to that question. She didn't have to like Robert to fear for his life."Come here." Baruti swept her into a tight side-hug.There was something so completely comforting about Baruti. She laid her head on his shoulder for a moment and allowed herself to feel his warmth.If Santa Claus were a black man, Baruti would be the embodiment. She'd never seen him anything other than uplifting. She counted herself as lucky to have him and his partner in her corner.Logan stepped in front of them, pointedly staring at three people heading toward the house. "What's going on?""Those three are Dixon's lawyer, his fixer and his PR rep," Samuel Jenkins replied. The sharply dressed black man had been Baruti's partner since Kelsey had been entrusted to the duo.They were as different as night and day, but as a team they were the best. Then again, Kelsey couldn't be objective about them. In her book, t
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN WAS ABOUT READY to drag Dixon out of his office, throw him in the back of the Jeep and just go. Whatever the senator's problems were, they could be figured out once he was secure.Honestly, staying here was a mistake.And where the hell was Kelsey and the FBI duo?Logan glanced over the railing.They'd been downstairs quite a while.Were they discussing matters behind his back?Logan grit his teeth.Kelsey knew to be careful, but these two were people she trusted. Logan wasn't certain she would be as cautious given their close relationship. Should he warn her? Remind her?No.Kelsey was well aware of the safety precautions they needed to take.One of the doors opened. It was the woman. Logan didn't remember which was who, though, he should have."The senator is ready for you now," she said.Fantastic.Where were the others?Footsteps on the stairs had him gritting his teeth. Baruti and Kelsey came
Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.LOGAN PULLED HIS TIE from around his neck and tossed it onto the queen sized bed.Like most of the senator's home, the decoration leaned toward wood, leather and shades of burgundy. The bedroom was spacious and boring. Judging by the Jack-and-Jill bath, this room and the next were likely intended to be rooms for the homeowner's children.He squinted at the clock.It was beyond late.He needed to lay his things out and get to bed. Tomorrow would be grueling. No doubt the senator's lawyer and fixer would have decided on a course of action. Getting them to budge would be difficult yet necessary. Especially once they understood Butters motivation.Why was it self-important people always thought they knew best?Logan unbuttoned his shirt while that thought swirled in his head.What was he doing here?He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the carpet.Was it six months ago now he'd sat in his boss' office ready to
No.Logan quickly discarded that idea. Nothing scared her."You know, I don't think you're half as prickly as you pretend to be." He reached up and gripped the door frame just above her head and leaned toward her.Kelsey took a step back into the bathroom.He didn't want her to run from him. He didn't want that much space between them.One step would be acceptable, wouldn't it?He followed her into the long, narrow bathroom.Kelsey gripped the vanity as if she needed it to keep her upright. Logan placed his hand next to hers, leaning down so he could lose himself in her eyes. The irises were blown out, mixing with the deep browns. Her lashes were impossibly thick. He'd never noticed that before. Then again, it wasn't like they were usually this close.Logan smiled in an effort to soften the carnal desire rising up within him. This close, she had to see it reflected back at her. "I'm not used to you being at a loss for words."That seemed to snap her out of whatever tr
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