CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Ashleigh Riker’s heels clacked rhythmically against the concrete of the parking garage as she paced slowly, waiting for her meeting. She was at the furthest end of the third deck, where there were the fewest cars and a convenient blind spot from cameras.
She heard footfalls echoing and glanced up to see the director striding toward her. He took his time, intentionally not looking as if he was in a rush to get anywhere.
“I just got off the phone with DNI Hillis,” Director Mullen said as a greeting. He kept his voice low to keep from reverberating in the largely empty space. “The president thanks you personally for your involvement. Spec Ops Group is yours. Congratulations, Deputy Director.”
Riker smiled with half her mouth. The promotion was welcome, but not at all
