“What’s wrong, Sandy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Hey, I’m the only one who’s a ghost,” he said, chuckling at the inside joke.
Then he looked around and his knees trembled.
The woman was pointing to a man with a gun.
How did he get in? He heard a voice in his head ask. Sandy’s estate was guarded more closely than CIA headquarters, which was just down the road, in fact.
Andy fell silent, too scared to talk. He was no field guy and had never come anywhere close to actual danger in his entire life, though that was no longer the case.
Gun never wavering, Luke moved closer to the pair.
“Sit down, both of you.” He pointed to the chairs around the dining table that took up only a small part of the massive patio.
“Who are you?” Sandy asked. His face looked familiar, she thought, as i
