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“Of course you had a tracer waiting for any attack this time,” Clarissa breezed into the twins’ office.
Because if they hadn’t, she’d take them the f**k apart.
Heidi’s eyeroll told her that was a real “Duh!” statement.
Fine, b***h. Have your bit of fun.
It was a good thing she’d had a driver or she might have killed somebody getting from the Vice Presidential house to the CIA New Headquarters Building.
She had no plan in place for Clark’s unexpected demise. He was only twenty years older than she was, he should still have plenty of good years in him—politicians went senile long before they aged out of office. Actually, they never aged out, even if they went senile.
That someone would cut out that link she’d built so carefully over the years—
She didn’t know what she’d do to them
