“Now, it is,” Teagan said and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” a voice said over the phone.
“Mr. Prime Minister, what are you speaking about?” she asked.
“Fenton, he’s dead,” Prime Minister Castillo said.
Teagan looked over her shoulder and winked at Spider.
“I assure you, Mr. Prime Minister. We had nothing to do with Ambassador Fenton,” Teagan stated.
“The president promised to keep this clean,” Castillo whispered over the phone.
“He did, but I didn’t.” Teagan hung up the phone and tossed it out the window. The van drove for another fifteen minutes until they came to a private airport and parked. The doors opened, and Teagan jumped out, helping to grab the bags and pass them to the crew to carry onboard.
“What did you do?” Spider questioned, cr
