EpilogueAccording to plan, I entered the DCI’s office. Alone, which was also according to plan.
“I’m so glad to see you’re in, Edward. I’d like a moment of your time, if you don’t mind?” I took a seat on the other side of his desk.
“Sebring.” He scowled at me. He hated when any of his officers called him by his first name, but then I’d never been one of his officers. “I thought you were out in California. What are you doing in DC?”
“You may have heard my sister was in an…accident.”
“Ah. Yes, I’d heard Portia had been hurt. I sent flowers.”
“She got them.” And as soon as she’d read the card, she’d had them sent to another ward. She still held it against him that he’d made no effort to have Quinn rescued when her son had been kidnapped. “We’ve been staying here until we were sure of her
