The entire room seemed to be waiting for my reaction.
Federal agents. Investigators. Lawyers.
A kidn*pped public relations director who had apparently escaped her own a*******n through sheer force of annoyance.
My future child's father.
All of them were watching me.
Expecting something. Agreement perhaps.
Acceptance. Gratitude. They were just expecting something profound.
But I did not give them something profound.
Instead, I laughed in response and the sound echoed through the operations room. It was a long, disbelieving laugh that grew stronger the more I thought about what Agent Bennett had just said.
Federal protective custody.
Of course, it was federal protective custody.
Why stop at conspiracy, murder, corporate corruption, genetic experimentation, media scandals, pregnanc
