Becky's POV
Our circumstances pulled down on me, weighty and relentless. Someone playing both sides, there was a mole who had merely let Davenport pass straight past our hands. We felt like we were exactly back where we had begun, even though we had come almost to destroy the network. Worse, we were suddenly exposed, defenseless, and not sure who we could believe.
Sitting at the kitchen table in the safehouse, gazing at the phone records Marcus had discovered, my ideas spun wildly. Someone who might it be? Someone close to Joan and Davenport but concealed enough to elude our notice until recently. The opportunity turned my head and caused a deep-seated annoyance I could not shake.
Before I met Leo, I sensed his presence. Pulling out a chair, he sat across from me with a steady look fixe
