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Samantha Moore sat at her desk in the FBI office watching John Windsor pace as he spoke on the phone. She heard him say Mitch’s name before he closed the door and knew John was talking with him. Opposite her partition, Dylan Ting dropped down into a chair and with a quick wave in her direction, logged into the computer.
Great, even the new kid on the block is more involved than I am.
She thought about Mitchell Parker.
Maybe I should just get out of the team; I never seem to do the right thing by him anyway.
She thought about the fight at the VIP house. She shuddered as she considered what might have happened to her if Mitch hadn’t been there, or what might have happened if he had not found his watch and set off the tracer. She put her head in her hands.
“Are you all right?” She lo
