75
Last night’s short sleep was taking its toll, and the silence from the Tweedle Twins was testing Clarissa’s patience.
When she strode into their office, they were just sitting at their computers doing nothing. Exactly like the three other times she’d checked in on them through the day. Except now it was night.
Nine p.m. last night, she’d been sliding into a hot bath and an empty bed.
Tonight she was doing neither.
“Well?”
“Well, nothing,” Heidi snarled without looking up. It was hard to tell if she was snarling at the screen or at Clarissa herself.
“She gets like that,” Harry looked far more relaxed. “She hates waiting. We only had tracers in place when he attacked Air Force Two. Not knowing where he’d be, we couldn’t have a full counterattack in place.”
“You have one now, I ass
