CHAPTER NINE
That afternoon, Mackenzie found herself walking a little too slowly toward a bar called Red’s Roost. She’d been there only once before, during her first week in Quantico, where she had sadly nursed a mojito by herself. Now she looked to the place with a new sort of fear—a creeping unease that she knew she should listen to but was bucking up against for reasons she didn’t understand.
She walked inside, passed by the hostess with a little smile and a wave, and headed straight for the bar. When her eyes fell on Ellington, that unease shifted in her gut and felt like a lead weight. She should not be here. She should not be doing this. Even though Ellington insisted there was nothing more than career interest here and she did believe it, there was still something wrong about it.
