Chapter 66

“No. We both know you aren’t going to pay any heed to Quinton in this matter.” As battered as she was, her gaze was stony. I should have known she hadn’t lost her edge. She’d not only been married to an intelligence officer, but she’d been born into a family that had served the United States from the time it had been a scattered handful of colonies. “Just see you don’t get caught.”

“No, ma’am.” No one knew I’d been involved with Lapin’s “accident.” No one would know I was involved with whatever I decided to do to Wexler.

She nodded as if satisfied with my assurance. “Richard Wexler engineered the accident that could well have killed my son. If I weren’t confined to this bed, I’d go after him myself.” She reached for my arm and squeezed tightly. “I want him to pay. I don’t want him dead, however. That would be too easy.”

I did like the way she thought.