7
“Lady, any time I need a Sheila to take down a pissed-off general for me, you’re my gal.”
The blonde Australian walked as if she owned the desert. But she did it silently and didn’t appear to even disturb the light soil as she did so, unlike the clumsy general who had clearly bent the old compass dial.
Perhaps she wasn’t really there.
Miranda had certainly had enough conversations with her dead parents. Of course they rarely answered back.
“I wasn’t ‘taking him down’,” Miranda explained. “I simply required an expedient method to demonstrate that it’s the evidence that has importance, not some preconceived security concerns.” Even to herself that sounded pompous. She’d never developed the knack of making her own team comfortable. She’d known Evelyn and Tony for so long that they’d un
