of the nation’s capital, separating it from the commonwealth of Virginia.
The chain twirled several times in the air. But in the end Robie didn’t fling it out into the river. He returned the medal to his pocket. He wasn’t sure why.
He had just started back when his phone buzzed. He took it out, glanced at the screen, and grimaced.
“Robie,” he said tersely.
It was a voice he didn’t recognize. “Please hold for DD Amanda Marks.”
Please hold? Since when does the world’s most elite clandestine agency have its personnel say, “Please hold”?
“Robie?”
The voice was crisp, sharp as a new blade, and in its undertone Robie could detect both immense confidence and a desire to prove oneself. That was a potentially deadly combination for him, because Robie would be the one doing this woman’s bidding in the field while she safely watched from a computer screen thousands of miles away.
“Yes?”
“We need you in here ASAP.”
“You’re the new DD?”
“That’s what it says on my door.”
“A mission?”
“We’ll talk when you get in here. Langley,” she added, quite necessarily because the CIA had numerous local facilities.
“You know what happened to the last two DDs?” Robie asked.
“Just get your butt in here, Robie.”
Chapter
4
JESSICA REEL COULD NOT SLEEP either. And the weather was as bad on the Eastern Shore as it was in D.C. She stared at where her home had once been before it had been destroyed. She had actually done the deed herself. Well, she had booby-trapped the place and Will Robie had triggered the explosion that had almost claimed his life. It was incredible how a partnership could have been born out of such grim circumstances.
She pulled her hood tighter against the rain and wind and continued to tramp over the muddy earth, while the waters of the Chesapeake Bay to the west continued to pound the little spit of land.
She had departed from Robie feeling both hopeful and lost, such an unsettling feeling that she was unsure from which end to work through it. If there was even a way to do so. For most of her adult life her work had been her entire world. Now Reel wasn’t sure she really had a job or world left. Her agency despised her. Its leadership wanted her not merely out of the way but dead.
If she left her employment there she felt she would be giving them license to terminate her in that far more permanent way. Yet if she stayed, what would her future be like? How long could she reasonably survive? What was her exit strategy?
All troubling questions with no apparent answers.
The last few months had cost her all she had. Her three closest friends in the world. Her reputation at the agency. Perhaps her way of life.
But she had gained something. Or someone.
Will Robie, initially her foe, had become her friend, her ally, the one person she could count on, when Reel had never been able to do that easily or convincingly.
But Robie knew her way of life as well as she did. Her way was his way. They would forever share that experience. He had offered her friendship, a shoulder to lean on if it ever came to that.
Yet part of her still wanted to withdraw from such an offer, to keep going it alone. She had not figured out her response to that or him yet. Maybe she would never have one.
She looked up at the sky and let the pelting raindrops hit her in the face. She closed her eyes and a rush of images came to her. Each one a person and each one of them dead. Some were innocent. Others not. Two had been killed by someone else. All the rest had died by her hand. One, her mentor and friend, lay in a vegetative state from which she would never awaken.
It was all pointless. And it was all true. And Reel was powerless to change any of it.
She slipped the medal on its chain from her pocket and looked down at it. It was identical to the one Robie had been awarded. It had been given to her for the same mission. She had performed the kill shot—agency orders. Robie had helped her escape nearly certain death. They had made it back to the States to the chagrin of a powerful few.
It was a meaningless gesture, this medal.
What they really wanted to do was put a hole in her head.
She walked to the edge of the land and watched the waters of the bay spray over