CHAPTER TWENTY
Ian sat in the passenger seat of Jake’s Chevy Suburban as his friend drove Angie and him home to the compound from the airport, and he was less at ease now than he’d been before they left. It was three months since they’d buried her best friend next to his mother and sister in upstate New York. Brody’s recording of Agent Jackson’s bragging had ensured James Andrews was put to rest following a full federal government and military ceremony. A U.S. Marines honor guard had carried his coffin in and out of the Lake George church where he’d been baptized as a baby and made his First Communion and Confirmation. DEA agents and other members of law enforcement, fellow Marines, high school friends, and the Trident Security extended family had filled the church pews to capacity for th
