(January 20)
(Ben POV)
We set our bags down in our new safehouse, which is somehow even less inviting than the last one. Even with the power out.
"Is this really the best the FBI can do?"
Ana's eyeing me like this is my fault.
"I'm not the FBI. Don't look at me."
"The badge you're wearing says something different."
I pull the lanyard with the FBI ID badge from around my neck and stuff it in my
pocket. "That's just temporary until this assignment is over."
Ana scoffs harshly. "And we both know that's just imminent." Her voice drips with sarcasm. "Next you'll be telling me that the police actually found something useful during their searches and aren't as wildly incompetent as they've led me to believe."
I thought we'd left this hostility in the past. I know she's tired and frustra
