Chapter SeventeenHammering on the door to Catherine’s flat, Forrest got impatient when she did not answer straight away and used his own key to unlock the door.
Stepping inside, he watched her stop in front of him. “I really could use your help, Catherine.”
She remained staring at him, “What about your Colonel or have you got bored with her already?”
“Stephanie’s dead. Things like Balasi and what Kate became, they tore her apart.” The anger he was always working so hard trying to suppress was clear in his voice, “I need you, Catherine. I need someone I trust completely to watch my back.”
Parking next to the warehouse, Forrest and Catherine climbed out. Apart from Bobby and a couple of armed men near him, Balasi was sitting motionless in a wheelchair by an armoured van without any
