CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Stella knew why she and Maxwell were in trouble. Her mind leaped back to that conversation with Carrie. Triggered and emotional, she’d spilled out far too much. She’d given Carrie the ammunition she needed to bring her down.
“It’s my fault,” she admitted.
“Why?” Maxwell stared at her in surprise.
“I vented about Grover when I called New Haven earlier. I said too much to the wrong person.”
“Who’s the wrong person?” Maxwell asked.
Stella felt reluctant to name a fellow agent, but Maxwell had to know.
“Carrie Potts.”
Maxwell shook his head, confused.
“Why would Potts have issues with any of that? She’s FBI, isn’t she? A new agent, same as you?”
Stella shook her head. “I don’t want to go into details. We were at Quantico together. There’s history between us. Potts
