Chapter 4

“Morning, Mark.” I went to the cupboard and got a cup. “Did you sleep well?”

“Sure.” His eyes ran over my body, which tightened involuntarily, and his eyebrow rose when he realized I was wearing the pajamas he’d given me. The temperature was comfortable in the house, and I hadn’t felt the need to put on my robe. Or perhaps I just hadn’t wanted to. Let him see what he’d passed up by not coming to my room lastnight. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No. I had to get up anyway. And no, Mark, I have no intention of telling you why.” I was lying through my teeth. There was nowhere I had to go, other than State, where I’d just be pushing papers again today.

For a second, I wondered why my schedule had been altered. Had Edward Holmes, DCI of Threat Analysis, been behind it? He had nothing to do with Operational Targeting, but lately he’d been getting more and more involved with my department.