Saturday. Lake House. VA.
HALEY GLANCED FROM THE phone to Konstantin and back.
"What the f**k was that?" she asked.
"I don't know." He placed the phone on the table, still frowning at it.
"You aren't going to go. Are you?" To her it was obvious. You did not go into enemy territory knowing it was an ambush.
"I think I have to," he said slowly.
"What? Why? No. Konstantin, no."
He glanced sideways at her, that cool, composed look of his firmly in place. "It's not your decision."
Haley slouched back in her chair. "You know she wants something from you. You know she's not on your side in anything. It's likely she's setting you up for something. Why give her this meeting?"
"Because what other move do I have? We know roughly what she's been doing and who she's pretended to be, but there
