Thursday. Hotel, New York City, NY.TABBY STARED UP AT her hotel as the rain splattered on her windows."Some of your team should be here." Baruti checked his phone.Jamie and the others had split up to help lead the busts on the various locations selling Abner's devices, leaving Tabby to watch from the command center at the FBI offices."I'll be fine. I'm just going into the hotel." She reached for her door."No." He jabbed the lock button. "I can't let you out of my sight."She turned her head and glared at him. "Really?"He stared right back at her, brows lifted. "Baby doll, I've read too many reports about people going missing the last few years."Tabby winced and shifted in her seat. "When you put it that way...""I'm only looking out for you.""Thanks." She smiled at him. "How long have you and Agent Jenkins worked together?""Sammy? Oh..." Baruti's face scrunched up. "Gosh, it's been, seven years?""Wow."A flash of gold caught her eye. Tabby turned
JAMIE WAS IN TOO fucking deep, and he wasn't talking about his hand in Tabby's shuddering pussy. From the moment he'd met her, he'd been hers. It wasn't his plan, this was what he'd told himself he wasn't going to do, but some things were too powerful to withstand.Tabby panted against his lips. He hadn't expected her to come so fast. She must have been wound tighter than he realized. He bumped her nose with his. The hand in his hair tugged, tipping his chin up.She straightened until she looked down on him, that pouty smile of hers begging him to do things to her mouth."My turn?" she purred.His cock twitched, already hard and eager for her.How could he say no to a smile like hers?"I guess it is." He curled his fingers inside her once more.Her jaw dropped and she groaned."You're going to pay for that," she muttered."Am I? I would have thought you'd say thank you."She reached down and once more impressed him with her ability to get past a belt in record time.
Jamie left the bathroom and found Tabby staring out the window at the darkening skyline of the city. Since he didn't know what the right thing to do was, he went with what he wanted. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. She didn't resist him, but her body didn't relax into his either."What'd I do?" he whispered."Nothing."Okay, well, that was only a minor relief.He tightened his hold on her and lowered his head to rest against hers."I like you," she said softly."That's not a good thing? Do you prefer to hate the guy you're with?"She didn't laugh. In fact, her arms tensed and her shoulders hunched a little. Something was going on here. Something big, and he was blundering into it."When I like a guy, that's usually when he dumps me.""What?" He chuckled, because the statement struck him as strange. "I thought you would be the dumper, not the dumpee."Tabby pulled away from him and turned enough that she could glance up
Thursday. Unknown.KIDS WERE FUCKING CREEPY.Gazi had always kept that thought to himself. He wasn't the kind of guy who doted on little versions of people he already knew. Especially when they locked him in what he could only assume was a coat closet. One of those kids looked like a guy he'd killed.There was just enough space for him to sit and stretch out his legs. If he put out both arms, they wouldn't fully extend. There were gouges on the wall. He wasn't the first person to get tossed in here. The door had to be reinforced and the walls weren't just drywall or he'd have kicked through them by now. No, this was a cell and he was a prisoner. It wasn't the first time. In his line of work, some shit went sideways. But he'd always known the score. Here, he had no idea what was going on.Time had blended together. He didn't know how long he'd been here or what the fuck was going on, only that he really did not like children.Voices drifted toward him and the light at the b
Friday. Hotel, New York City, NY.TABBY OPENED HER HOTEL room door to stare at the Asian man who'd accompanied them on the flight. The one who hadn't said a word to anyone. Even now, she barely expected him to speak."Ms. Grissler, I'm agent Quentin Joon." He offered her his hand.She took his hand though right about now she'd rather push past him and sprint out of here. "Hello, Agent Joon.""Call me Quentin."She stepped back to allow the man into her room. "Alright, Quentin, care to explain what the hell is going on?"Jamie had gotten a call at just after seven summoning him for the day. When she'd asked if she was permitted to go with him she'd been told that for today it was better if she remained at the hotel. Three hours later she still had no idea what was going on, she'd sorted through her email, done as much work as she could and needed out of this place. Apparently she'd annoyed someone enough that they'd sent her a babysitter."Right now things are progressi
Friday. Hotel, New York City, NY.JAMIE COULDN'T HELP BUT feel like this day was a waste. And why the hell hadn't they brought Tabby with them? If for nothing else than keeping her close and safe?He stared at the table, trying to pay attention to Zora, Baruti and Sammy debating the merits of what they'd uncovered yesterday. All in all, it wasn't much.They knew more about the kind of devices Abner sold. There was no hard evidence to link a wide variety of crimes to either him or his customers. Including a sale to a guy down in Mexico who'd attacked a plane carrying another Aegis Group team a month or so back. But as far as Jamie could tell, none of it told them where to find Abner, and by extension the drones, children or women.It was a clusterfuck. They weren't any closer to finding Abner than they'd been yesterday. Sure, Jamie understood the move was more to cut off the flow of cash than track him down, but hadn't they all hoped for more?"I'm sorry, can you say that a
Friday. Unknown.TABBY SAT BACK AGAINST the wall, her mind still sluggish as she fought to work through everything Abner had told her. It wasn't far off from what Baruti and Sammy had speculated the man was working on. It was much more ominous coming from the madman himself. And she had a feeling he wasn't telling her everything."Walk," someone snapped.She leaned forward, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.Abner had her in what looked like his lab or a workshop. It was an L-shaped space. From where she sat in the off-shoot space with her back to the wall she could see clear to the end of the long room."Roll her in here. Come on," the same voice said.Tabby watched as the same teenage boy who'd attacked Quentin led a man into the room, hands bound and ankles hobbled.Wait.She knew that man, too.It was Gazi Polat. The man Jamie and everyone else was trying to find. And he was here.Behind them a little girl pushed a woman in a wheelchair.
Friday. New York City.JAMIE GOT OUT OF the SUV at the corner near the hotel, pulled the hood on his jacket up and started walking.He had pulled a number of children out of harm's way. They were often the innocent targets of evil men or bargaining chips used to extort money. Today was the first time he'd hunted a kid.As best anyone could tell, the boy's name was Nate Cox. He'd been taken from his family two years ago and never seen since. Until today.Diha was a miracle maker. She'd lost the girls that had taken part in Tabby's abduction, so instead of searching endlessly for where they might be, she'd tracked the girls to where they'd been. Which had led to a lonely stretch of urban road on the very outskirts of the city where the two girls had paused to talk to three boys also wearing uniforms. One of them was Rodney, who'd also taken part in Tabby's abduction. The second boy's face was hard to make out under a baseball cap, but then there was Nate. Fair complexion, neat
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