The back of the transport van feels so empty when it’s just Ghost and me. I never realized how spacious the damn thing was because the space was always occupied by so many bodies.
I rarely get nervous to the point that my leg shakes, but at this point, the drivers probably feel the steady movement beneath their feet.
“How long have you been going in as an informant?”
“Years,” Ghost stated plainly.
He’s had his head hanging low since the moment that the doors shut behind us and I’m not sure if he’s nervous for the mission or expecting the worst from me.
“And you think they trust you?”
His blue eyes raised to meet mine for a brief moment before his head resumed its original positioning. I’m going to assume that was a yes.
Z met with us alone before sending us off, which I thoug
