“Your nine-thirty is waiting for you, Congresswoman.”
Walking through the Capitol Building, Deborah frowned at her aide. “I have nothing on my schedule until after lunch.”
“Your nine-thirty is waiting for you, Congresswoman.”
Walking through the Capitol Building, Deborah frowned at her aide. “I have nothing on my schedule until after lunch.”
His guts wanted to expel themselves all over his shoes, but he forced the bile down and focused on Bella.
Without his wife, he had no soul. Nothing but a black void.
After thorough discussions among everyone in the house, they came up with a decent plan for their conversation with President Warner. Edward wasn’t sure he cared anymore; he just wanted it to be over. They were all tired, sick of living together, and ready to go back to their real lives. It was time to put the mission to bed.
Silence surrounded her, all the occupants of the house rather suspiciously finding activities outside or in the shed at the back of the property. Writing in the notebook in front of her, Bella tried to focus on her ideas about leaking their audio files, but the settling of the old pipes and the moan of the wind continued to distract her. It would most likely rain soon, but for the time being, it was merely windy and dark from heavy clouds.
“Excuse me, Congresswoman McAvoy?”
Deborah turned, an impartial smile on her face. “Yes?”
“If you play your cards right, you can run into both Congresswoman McAvoy and the second daughter on the same day.”
Bella listened to Edward with half an ear as she secured the blonde wig over her hair. Having to hide in plain sight was annoying, but it was better than the alternative.
Edward’s mind whirled with useless thoughts. Natasha was no longer an ally of her husband’s, so he would never trust her again. Since Edward had been reluctant to use her anyway, it was fine. Derrick hadn’t admitted to anything terribly useful, but they had kind of assumed he wouldn’t anyway. Especially since he enjoyed keeping his wife in the dark. Just because their only chance had gone nowhere didn’t mean they were out of options.
“That went better than expected,” Bella said, pulling off the headphones and dropping them on the table.
Tito’s arrival back at the house caused a predictable dust-up. Those who hadn’t met him were treated to the more charming side of his nature, but Bella refused to be in the same room with him.
“More of the usual lies,” Bella said as Jasper muted the TV at the tail end of the press conference.
This was the life she signed up for—bruises, broken bones, blood, and death—but some days, all Bella wanted was to be normal. No guns, no drones, no bugs, and no plots.
Once again, Edward was back to having a committee deciding what steps he took next. He couldn't charge out there and meet with Dylan on his terms; instead, he had to wait until everyone had hashed out a plan, talking ad nauseam about safety and secrets.
“What have you got?” Edward asked, tearing his attention from a smug-faced Holden.
“An offshore account. Blithers was smart enough not to put it in his first name, but your Dara there is a smart one.” Nigel set the laptop on the kitchen island, scrolling to show them. “She and Ben tracked this fake name across a few accounts, finally connecting it to a nickname Derrick used in high school.”
“My accent would give me dead away,” Dara said, straightening the blonde wig over Bella’s hair. “Or I’d do this with you.”
“I know,” she replied. “Besides, we need you here.”
Ward
Visiting Maryland wasn’t as stressful this time as it was the last time we were here. For one, no one was giving birth, and for two, I’d spent enough time in counseling to know how to deal with my emotions.
Having Aerinn back in her arms felt amazing. It might as well have been years instead of months since Bella last saw her. Of course, her feelings couldn't compare to Quinn’s, and she hated how much time he’d missed. It would take even more time before Aerinn accepted the man she hardly knew.
Blood pumped through his veins, thick and heavy. Too many thoughts to count raced through his head, and he needed to be focused 100%. Blithers would not get away with this. It didn't matter what alphabet agency the guy worked for, Edward couldn't allow the betrayal to go unpunished. The guy had betrayed them all, hoping to pick them off one by one like tin cans on a split-rail fence.