CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
“No,” Maria insisted. “That was a friend in the Foreign Intelligence Service—”
“So now it wasn’t an asset?” Reid scoffed. “You told them it was ‘for the asset.’ I got every word. That wasn’t an asset; I’m the asset. For what?”
Maria sighed shortly. “Kent, there’s a lot more going on here than you understand.”
Reid tried to look her in the eye, but she didn’t meet his gaze. He was frustrated and desperate, not to mention physically exhausted and aching all over.
Your girls are the priority, he reminded himself. You need to get going—even if it means going alone.
“I’m taking the car,” he told her. “Give me the lead.” He pulled on the T-shirt and brown jacket that she had brought for him, and then held his hand out for the keys.
“I’m coming with you—”
“You’re not,”
