Chapter Nine“A difficult night, my dear?” A homeless woman settled on the bench beside Linda.
“Could you just leave me alone?”
“Oh no. I don’t think that’s a good idea at all, dearie.” Then the woman held out a dog biscuit.
Linda yanked Thor away before he could even sniff it. MWDs often carried ten or even twenty thousand dollar bounties on their heads in war zones—fifty times the average per capita yearly income in Afghanistan. She’d never heard of anyone poisoning a Secret Service dog, but Thor was not going to be the first.
She reached for her taser, even as it sank in that the voice was familiar. A clump of silver hair spilled out of the tattered hood of the woman’s knit sweater and caught the streetlight. Bright blue eyes watched her intently.
“Miss Watson.” Dressed like a bag l
