The waiting game of cat and mouse continued. The blacksuits circled about her. FBI Director’s daughter or not, friend of the sparring gym or not, if Emily was the cause of the unrest in the White House, they’d land on her hard.
Frank did his best to hold onto friendly, but inside of two days, all signs of trust had faded away, first into caution and finally distinct mistrust.
Then he began to stalk her. She’d become more, not less, dangerous in his mind. Trisha had taught her that a street fighter had different ethics. Their primary code was survival above all else. It had served her well in SOAR. Survival of the team, of her squad, of her cadre had been her guiding light. Right now she and her one-man cadre were the only ones on the inside of that team. They were so close to the crux th
