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“I do. Are you going to tell me—”
“You have ten minutes—”
“You gotta help me out here. What am I packing for? Am I leaving the country?”
“Pack things you’d wear to work. Include work-out clothes, lounge items, night clothes. And whatever you wear to your club.”
“Got it.”
“When you’re finished, call me back. Don’t make any other calls, not even to Z.” The line went dead.
What the hell?!
Was BLACK OPS sending her on a mission?
I freakin’ just got back from one!
She hurried into her home office, pulled out a suitcase and a duffle from her closet, and set those on her bed. She was trying to be organized, but she was feeling squeezed by the time frame.
Who can pack in ten minutes?
Next, she grabbed wigs, non-prescription eye glasses, two summer hats and a visor. She bolted into her bathroom, threw what she’d need into a large cosmetic bag. Then, she returned to her bedroom and threw in a few more items. After zipping her suitcase, she glanced around and spotted her book on the night table. That got tucked into the duffle. Down the hall she went. From the living room window, she peeked out the closed blinds.
A black sedan with tinted windows was parked out front. As instructed, she called Sin back.
“You ready?” he answered.
“Yes.”
“Anton is out front. Stay on the phone with me so I can confirm it’s him.”
Frustration had her growling.
Her doorbell rang. She opened it. A tall, well-built man stood there in a black suit. He pulled off his sunglasses. “Hello, Ms. Skye. I’m Anton, Mr. Devlin’s driver.”
She handed him her phone.
“Hello?” Anton said. “Yes, sir. No, I wasn’t followed.” He handed back her phone.
“Hey,” she said to Sin.
“Anton will take your bags to the car. Get in the back seat and don’t callanyone. I’ll see you when you get here.” He hung up.
With bags in hand, she stepped outside. Anton took them from her, and she pulled the door closed. On went her sunglasses as she followed him to the waiting car.
He opened the door. She ducked down and peered inside. She was alone. As soon as she slid in, he shut her door, stored her bags in the trunk, got behind the wheel, and drove out of her neighborhood.
The privacy screen was up, so she didn’t have to make small talk. But she doubted he’d answer her questions anyway. While her fingers itched to make a call—or several—she folded her hands in her lap and stared out the window.
What other choice did she have?
She’d never stepped into the unknown like this. She had no idea where she was going or what to expect once she got there.
* * *
Hawk paced in ALPHA’s conference room while Cooper went to find Tommy. A few moments later, he returned. All three sat at the table.
“Tommy, I’m sorry you had to experience that,” Cooper began. “How are you doing?”
