Chapter 1Life was good.
I had a guy I loved and who loved me, in spite of what I sometimes had to do for work. Almost as good was the fact I was required to work fewer nights and weekends, and those jobs that had me waking from horrendous nightmares seemed to be mostly in the past.
The reason for that was Mr. Vincent’s involvement with Quinton Mann. If this ever became known in the intelligence community—well, the shockwaves would be felt throughout the world. But anything that gave me additional time to spend with my lover, who was now my fiancé, worked for me.
However, I let my little head do my thinking for me as seldom as possible, and I’d done some research into Mann on my own time. He seemed honorable, even if he did work for the CIA, so I kept my mouth shut and minded my own busi
