Prologue
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PrologueI’d never cared much for Edward Holmes. He’d often gotten by on the skill and knowledge of better men, and he knew whose ass to kiss. Now he was Director of Counter Intelligence, with his sights set on Director of the CIA.
We Sebrings on the other hand—Anthony, Jefferson, our sister Portia, and I—came from a long line of men and women who put our country’s welfare ahead of everything, often even family.
Perhaps that was why Holmes thought we brothers would fold our hands and do nothing, accept it as part of our destiny, when we learned of his campaign of petty annoyances against Portia’s son, our nephew, Quinton Mann.
Perhaps he thought that because we were all of us in our so-called golden years, the blood in our veins had become diluted, that age had dimmed our mental acuity as well as our eyesight.
Holmes had always been an arrogant, overbearing son of a b***h. He’d never struck me as being a stupid one.
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