CHAPTER ELEVEN
The anger Rachel had shown while in her home office had simmered down several notches by the time she was seated at the interrogation table in the Falls Church police station. There was still some rage in her, sure, but it was joined by anxiety and a good dash of fear. The result, Chloe saw as she and Rhodes entered the room, was a slight trembling in Rachel’s arms and a nervous twitching in the right corner of her mouth.
She had not been cuffed to the table, as she was not considered a threat. The glare she gave the two agents as Rhodes closed the door behind them, though, suggested she might very well be capable of some sort of danger.
“This is embarrassing,” Rachel said. “It’s insulting…to think…”
“To think what?” Chloe said. “That we might expect you to explain yours
