Saturday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.KELSEY WAS GOING TO hell. Or some form of it. Heck, she might be there now.She stared at the fancy coffee machine and willed it to produce coffee faster. She'd been up with the sun after tossing and turning all night. Honestly, shouldn't she have slept better after two orgasms?It wasn't the pleasure that had kept her up, and she knew it.She'd freaked out, and now things were going to be awkward.Why had she hid? Why hadn't she strolled her happy ass back into that man's bedroom and crawled in bed with him like she wanted to?That's right.Because she wanted to. Because deep down, a part of her craved that close connection her friends were finding. The only problem was that wasn't where she was in life. Diha, Felecia and Cat, they were each exactly where they wanted to be. Settling down was a logical next step.Kelsey still didn't know what she wanted. Undercover wasn't something she could do for the rest of her
Kelsey retreated to the sofa facing the TV and pulled out her phone.The last she'd heard, Robert was stable but still in critical condition. She texted Samuel for an update, then spent a few moments checking her emails. There wasn't much of note in her inbox for the senator's office, and everything in her FBI email was fairly standard fare. Their team was taking no chances. Nothing was emailed or discussed via unsecure methods. And even then, each person or team was saying as little as possible.She understood the need. They'd had too many leaks. Their mole was too-well hidden in plain sight. It made for a lonely and stressful work environment.Screw that.Kelsey tapped out a message and sent it to the girl group. Since Diha had made them their own little secure channel via her app, there was no cause for concern.I'm going to need a lot of margaritas when this is over.She smiled at the message.Almost immediately, Felecia's name popped up with writing animations
Saturday. Unknown.SKILTON PACED THE ROOM, all the while his mind raced.This could not be happening.His assistant stepped into the open door. "Sir?""Bring him in," Skilton said."Yes, sir."He'd read every report from his American network. Every damned one. So why was he just now learning about how extensive this Task Force was? How was it he'd gotten someone in at the top level and yet it was the peon that was getting him the real intel?This was a disaster.He heard their approach."This is unacceptable," Skilton said. "At every turn I learn about yet another failure."He turned to look at the short, scrawny man with beady eyes. In truth, this man wasn't the kind Skilton typically liked to turn to his means. People motivated by simple greed were quick to jump ship. A lot like rats. But he'd thought it prudent to secure someone else in case his other two sources didn't pan out."I agree, sir," the grave young man said."Sit." Skilton gestured to the table
All Logan could see of the attacker was a white strip of skin and his eyes. Some sort of hazel or green color. Was that a mole at the corner of his left eye?"I'm not Dixon," Logan said as calmly as possible. "We don't have to do this."There was something about the way the guy stood and how he held his hands that tickled a bit of information in the back of Logan's head. Whatever it was, a sense of dread settled over him.The man darted forward on an angle toward Logan's left.Shit.Kali Eskrima.Logan moved quickly in the direction his attacker had come from. There was a dark bit of shadow between the door and a standing wardrobe where he'd no doubt hidden to take Dixon unaware."I don't want to do this," Logan said.Kali Eskrima was a Filipino martial art that focused on using weapons, even improvised one's like a rolled-up magazine, chair legs, anything. It was brutal and deadly.This time Logan's opponent didn't hesitate again. Instead of trying to circle to Logan
Saturday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.KELSEY WAS GLAD TO be back at headquarters. She was even happier about not having to play nice anymore. Honestly, being Dixon's office girl for a whopping few days had driven home how much Kelsey did not want to work for people in a typical office ever again.She pulled out her phone.No updates on Logan's condition.That damn man. He'd probably gone off and gotten himself seriously hurt.When she'd walked through those doors and seen Logan facing off with a man wielding two knives, she'd thought she'd just about die.Anyone could shoot a gun or take a stab at someone.That man, whoever he was, had moved like a master. And Logan hadn't a weapon to defend himself.She'd brought up the point that not one but two men preferring knives had targeted Dixon. So far the two couldn't be connected, but Kelsey was willing to bet there was something there. If only they'd turn over the right stone."Kelsey!"She whipped her h
Saturday. Washington, DC.SKILTON ADJUSTED THE AUDIO and leaned back in his chair. He hadn't believed his source when he said they'd coordinated to get a listening device onto one of the Task Force's inner circle. It sounded too good to be true.Now they'd find out."Yeah. I had to shoot them," a woman's voice said.The quality was almost crystal clear. Just a little bit of static. He could even hear her intake of breath. The microphone had to be very close to her face then."Impressive," Skilton muttered."Thanks." The beady eyed man across from him smiled. It was a predatory expression on his round face. "So long as your guy stays within range of her, you should hear anything and everything that's said in the vicinity of her jacket.""What did you use?""I was told it is a small, adhesive transmitter under the left lapel. Since the temperature's dropped, she's never without her jacket."Skilton doubted the device would go unnoticed. No doubt what they learned wou
Logan had a goal, though. Distracting her with his parents wasn't going to get them there. "I'm guessing age is not the only point on your list?"Her smile dimmed until she was once again serious. "I'm twenty-nine. I have no idea what I really want to do with my life. I'm not ready to settle down or be serious about anything except this job right now. I don't know what comes next."Logan leaned against the far counter and faced her. "And you think that's an issue?"Her gaze traveled down his chest, then back up. "You scream commitment and settling down."He blinked at her. "Do I?""Yeah.""Huh." That was news to him. "Well, I don't actually know what I want to do either. So, we're in the same spot there. All I'm really focused on is this job right now. I have no idea what I'll do next.""What? Really?" She frowned. "The guys talk about you like you've got it all figured out.""Because you're talking to Jamie and Harper." He chuckled. "Those two don't have anything figur
Saturday. Logan's Apartment. Washington, DC.KELSEY REALLY WANTED TO scratch her nose. Like it was all she could think about. But scratching her nose meant moving, and moving would mean acknowledging she'd allowed Logan to slowly envelop her. So far she'd ignored his progressive encroaching because it was ignore it or freak out over it. Seeing as he was quite large, warm and attractive, she'd gone with ignoring him.She was terrible at this.Give her a bar, some drinks and a willing guy. She worked things out just fine in six or so hours.But dinner, conversation, sharing things? She lost herself.If she didn't scratch her nose soon, she was going to... Well, she didn't know what she'd do.It couldn't be helped.She had to.Kelsey pulled her right arm from under Logan's and furiously rubbed her nose."Need a tissue?" His voice rumbled right next to her ear.She jumped, not because she hadn't known he was there. She was acutely aware of his presence. He was just s
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