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
Sunday. Logan's Apartment. Washington, DC.LOGAN'S RIGHT ARM WAS completely asleep, and the numbness was moving into his shoulder. He figured that wasn't really a problem until it got to his left. Though by then he'd likely have to extract himself to take a piss.When was the last time he'd slept this late?Ever since he was a kid, he'd been expected to get up early. His mother had believed in starting the day with mindful meditation, and that happened before the bakery opened for the day. To Logan as a kid, that had translated as a lot of sitting on a worn rug on the patio facing the still-sleeping sun while his stomach growled. Later, he'd turned that time into long runs, conditioning his body for sports. Once he'd been activated and overseas, that early morning time was often the only quiet he got. Now it was just habit.He turned his head and looked down at Kelsey.They were both still dressed from last night. Well, mostly. After fifteen or so minutes in bed, Logan had
Sunday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.KELSEY A DEEP BREATH. She stared at the clear surface of the desk she'd set up at to make her phone calls. While she had her own office space with Baruti and Samuel, she hadn't wanted to be that far away from the girls. The building wasn't empty, but there were many fewer people there on the weekend.She leaned forward and began dialing despite her rolling stomach.A simple Google search and some translation had been more than enough to send her down a dark path.She prayed she was wrong.The line began to ring."Hola?" a woman's voice said on the other end of the line."Hello, is this Ms. Layla Silva Perez?""This is she," the same woman said. She had a melodic voice and a relaxed way of speaking that Kelsey found soothing."Hi, Ms. Perez. First, I'm sorry to be calling so early on a weekend. My name is Kelsey Young, and I work for the FBI. This last summer you wrote an article about a human trafficking ring. I was
Robert had been moved there for the added protection.Kelsey snatched the phone up. "Hello?""Is this Ms. Kelsey Young?" a deep voice asked.She stared across the desk at Felecia. "Yes. Yes, are you calling about Robert Brown?""Yes, ma'am. I was asked to inform you that he's awake and alert.""That's great news. Fantastic." She blew out a breath. "When can I speak with him? You know what, I'm on my way. It doesn't matter. I have to speak with him."She hung up the phone.Kelsey wasn't sure if Robert would command Zora's attention, or if her plate was already too full."Come on. Get a coat." Kelsey grabbed hers from the back of her chair.Felecia's eyes widened. "I'm going?""You're going with me to hold a notebook and look like you're taking notes. That's it." Kelsey paused in adjusting the way her coat sat on her shoulders. "You get your stuff. I'm going to check in with Logan before we go. Then we're off, okay?"Felecia nodded and grinned at her.One of the t
Sunday. Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. Bethesda, MD.KELSEY WASN'T SURE WHY she was so anxious to see Robert again. It was all she could do to keep from sprinting down the hall ahead of their nurse escort. She was glad to see that their security advisory had been heeded. A pair of uniformed guards barred entry to Robert's room. They even insisted on doing a full pat down and search of her things before they'd open the door.She stepped in, Evan and Felecia at her back.Robert lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by machines whirling and beeping.Another man stood at Robert's bedside. Judging by his suit and the stern cast to his face, Kelsey assumed this was his lawyer."Morning, Robert." Kelsey laid her jacket and tote down on the padded bench."Ms. Young," Robert drawled. His eyelids were heavy, and he seemed to have a little issue focusing on her. "You left a few things off your resume."Kelsey came to stand next to the bed. "I know, and I'm sorry it w
Sunday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.LOGAN COVERTLY GLANCED AT his phone.Again.Evan had promised to keep Logan up to date on their movements. There hadn't been a single thing since Evan said they were done at Walter Reed.Where were they?"Senator, sir?" Zora leaned forward, speaking in her sweet as honey voice.That was not a good sign.Anytime Logan heard that tone trotted out, the person receiving it got hammered shortly thereafter."I told you." John smiled and lifted his shoulders. "I don't know anything.""Then why did you leave your residence?" she countered.This was getting old."I was afraid for my life," John replied."Bullshit," Logan barked.Both John and Zora started and looked at him.Logan sat back, arms crossed over his chest, and glared at John.Screw it."You were attacked because of what you've done and who you are connected to. You ran because you knew once we got the full story, you'd be in deep shit. Now, do you wa
"What if..." Logan held up his hands. "What if we approach these people saying, Skilton is after them and we want to protect them?""Hm." Zora pursed her lips.Kelsey nodded. "I like that. Zora?""If we go that route, we won't be able to pressure them. Besides, if they're really involved, I want to nail their asses to the wall." Zora shook her head. "No, get everyone we can trust to research these connections so we have something. Then we go after them. But, Dixon doesn't have to know they aren't in custody yet."Logan braced his elbows on the table. "Is it just me, or is Bernstein obviously uncomfortable in there with Dixon?""It's not just you," Zora replied. "Let's see if we can make this canary sing. Logan? I want you to come at him hard. Ask him about everything Kelsey just said. I'll follow up with a softer approach. Offer him a deal if he helps us with Skilton."Logan glanced at Kelsey. "Any notes?""Of course. I had Felecia start scribbling as we drove back. Here.
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