Chapter Fifteen
Beat: 1989
Beat really didn’t need any more alone time.
Six months she’d been traveling in Africa and, she really hated to admit it, she missed Frank. She’d decided after her parents had been such total pains about Frank, that she didn’t need any family. They’d hounded her so badly about “that boy not being good enough” that she’d cut them off. Had even taken to screening her calls with the answering machine. Finally, she’d decided that no one, including Frank, would have that hold over her and she wouldn’t let herself need anybody at all.
But, she hated to admit it, she’d missed him.
She’d returned from the Africa security assignment to Brooklyn both exhausted and turbo-charged. She’d showered in every barracks, hotel, and Secret Service office that had one, from Joha
