CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
As the FBI plane flew back toward Quantico, Jenn wished she could talk to either Riley or Agent Jeffreys. The flight seemed interminable, and the monotonous drone of the engine wasn’t helping her spirits. She doubted that it was making her two partners feel any better either.
It made Jenn uncomfortable that Riley was sitting behind her, alone in the back of the plane, obviously brooding over the terrible blunder of the failed stakeout.
Agent Jeffreys was across the aisle from Jenn, staring out the window. He’d had little to say since they’d boarded the plane.
Are they angry with me? Jenn wondered.
She told herself that was a self-centered sort of worry, but she still couldn’t help but wonder.
After all, her own clash with Bull Cullen hadn’t helped the case go smoo
