Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.LOGAN LEANED AGAINST THE hangar and peered back toward where the others were. He didn't want to return to them. That was too much distance between himself and where Kelsey was potentially."What makes you think he's here?" Zora asked."I've seen one Everest Security guy here making rounds. There's also at least four men guarding the plane. The front hatch is open. It's like they're waiting.""Pull back and let's make a plan."Logan bit the inside of his mouth.Did he go with his gut? Or did he follow orders? Could he rely on himself to make the best decisions right now?"Logan?""I hear you. Zora, I can't trust myself right now." He tipped his head up and stared at the horizon with its thin line of gray light."What do you mean?""Kelsey and me, we got close. You were right.""I know. Well, I suspected. You care about her. That's good. Healthy even. And so long as I can keep counting on you t
Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.KELSEY VAULTED OVER THE side of the truck. This time her legs held her.That stupid, wonderful man. She was going to skin him alive. Who jumped onto a moving plane? Who did that?If airport security hadn't arrived as Logan made his mad dash, everything would be so much worse. He could be in the air for all she knew.Two of the police cruisers zoomed up, screeching to a stop and creating a half circle in front of the plane. It wasn't getting away fast or easily considering how cumbersome the bird was on the ground."Logan? Logan," Harper bellowed.He sprinted past her and got a hand on the hatch door, flinging it open. He aimed up into the plane, but it was nothing but shadows."Boost me up," she called out.Harper turned and blinked, then gave a nod of his head and cupped his hands. She didn't slow her pace. Breathing in time to her steps, she shortened her stride. Her right foot landed in the crad
Wednesday. Unknown.SKILTON CLASPED HIS BOUND hands around his knee and waited.The room was chilly and bland, giving nothing away. Most people might find the stark surroundings unsettling. He saw it as a blank canvas.He hadn't been in custody in quite some time. It would be interesting to find out if there were any new tricks of the trade.The minutes dragged on.He should have dealt with the Task Force the moment he heard about it. Ignoring them left him blind to their attacks.His second mistake was dividing his attention once he'd come to the US. He'd been prepared to handle one thing, not two. Dividing his efforts like he had spread his resources too thin.What could he have done better? How could he have changed actions for a better outcome?Skilton wasn't sure he could have. The pressure on him was immense.He stared at the gleaming metal table.They hadn't read him his rights or offered him a lawyer. This must be a black site then. CIA? FBI? They all ble
Wednesday. Aegis Group Safe House. Washington, DC.KELSEY SANK DOWN ON the padded bench pushed up to the foot of the bed and stared out of the windows. She was both exhausted and wired somehow.It hadn't been possible to get a room directly following Skilton's arrest. There was too much to do. A scene to process. Paperwork. It wasn't until hours later that their team got to retire to the Aegis Group safe house. At least, most of them had retired there.Logan had to go to the hospital. The paramedics had insisted on it since he'd popped several stitches and the guys ratted him out about not getting properly looked at following the incident yesterday. Kelsey had waffled too long on if she should go with him and the ambulance had left without her.Jamie and his girlfriend were off to stay with her family. Given that she ran a company that made bombs, her family knew a few things about security.Harper, Evan and Felecia were in the living room with pizza and a movie last she h
Volume 6: Targeted RiskWednesday. Place, Miami, Florida.QUENTIN JOON SAT BEHIND the wheel of his rented car, staring at the glare of the sun off the chrome finishes on the dashboard. His insides were in turmoil. He hadn't known a peaceful moment since he'd learned that his CIA partner and mentor was a traitor to the country they'd vowed to protect. Had been for probably all of his career. It was a betrayal he was having difficulty stomaching.How long had it been going on?How many times had he been fooled?When was the last time he'd eaten?Mentally, he grabbed his thoughts, holding them tight and refocused. He'd had a single-minded focus these last few weeks, even missing Christmas and New Year's with his family. His sisters had sent enough angry texts that he knew he was in hot water. They just had no idea what was going on. What he was doing. The moment he'd landed in Miami, his thoughts had scattered.It was probably because of Candi Gonzalez.Just thinking
Wednesday. Wesley Gonzalez's Home, Miami, Florida.CANDI GONZALEZ PEERED OVER her laptop at her brother as he gathered his things to head into the spacious bathroom. She'd seen his suitcase. He was obviously getting ready to leave for more than just an overnight thing, and yet he hadn't told her a thing about the trip, where he was going or when he was leaving.What was he up to?Why wouldn't he tell her?What was he hiding?And why couldn't she be involved?She had so many questions about her brother and despite living under the same roof, she felt like she knew him even less. They'd never been super close as kids. She'd been the bookish type while he excelled at sports. Her brother was a good guy, that much she knew, but everything else was an unknown.Wesley had abruptly ended a successful military career to come back to Miami to work on cars. That alone baffled her. Why? What had happened? Or what was the appeal? Granted, he didn't actually touch a car at his job.
As best as Candi had been able to figure out, Nadine had been at this game for a long time.Candi didn't have concrete evidence. There wasn't any because Nadine knew how to clean up after herself. It was the holes that had given her away. A few of them would have been understandable. But there were so many blind spots and coincidences in Nadine's career that Candi couldn't turn a blind eye to it. But one day that woman was going to trip up and Candi would be there to document it.Her fingers few over the keyboard. If her brother caught her looking into Nadine again, he'd boot her off his sofa. That would be inconvenient as hell. In a pinch she could do an extended stay hotel, but that wasn't ideal.Living in Miami wasn't where she'd seen herself, but this was where the job was. Networking wasn't a strength for her. She'd been worse when she'd first been out on her own. It was a skill she'd picked up out of necessity, but that didn't mean she was good at it.Candi's insides squi
Wednesday. Wesley Gonzalez's Home, Miami, Florida.QUENTIN PAUSED ON THE sidewalk to glance over his shoulder at the front of the condo. It had been a fleeting chance that he might find Candi here. He still hadn't fully believed she would be with her brother when he'd made the trip here.He'd thought he'd been ready to see her again.One look and all those old feelings resurfaced. He'd wanted to reach out and hold her, like he'd never allowed himself to do before. There had been that one long embrace after drinks. But that didn't count. Not really.She was so damn beautiful.Seeing her anger aimed at him, that hurt. But he also knew his conflicted feelings had nothing on the anger and resentment she had to feel toward him. And he had no right to ask her to feel otherwise.What had he been thinking, dragging her back into this?Quentin dropped into the rental car.Candi had been awfully quick to shut the door in his face. From what he remembered, she hadn't been terri
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