Closing her eyes, Jena let her head hang. “It"s a good thought,” she said, spinning around to face him. “There"s just one problem. To pull that off, we"d have to know where Slade is, and we"re stumped.”
This argument had been going on for the better part of an hour, long past the point where Anna had decided that her contributions wouldn"t be helpful. In truth, she couldn"t blame Jena for being frazzled. Between Aamani, Pedro and a bunch of cops who all had opinions on what their next move should be, it seemed as though the poor woman was fending off attack after attack on her authority.
Anna sat on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, her hands folded primly in her lap. Of course, she said nothing. A wise person learned the value of keeping his or her mouth shut. Well, Anna co
