LUKE STARED AT THE bastard's smug mug on the screen and wished he could rip it off the f*****g wall. If only Baron had the nerve to step into a room with him. Luke would tear the man limb from limb, if only for the hell he'd put Abigail through.
She-was amazing.
In a room crowded with the heads of Aegis, Admiral Crawford, Mr. Stevens, Zain and a few others, a handful of FBI agents and two state-side Mossad liaisons, Abigail stood out. She was a beacon of calm amid what was becoming a f*****g three ring circus.
"Gentlemen. Ladies." Baron's voice crackled over the speakers. "What we know is that a rogue Mossad operative is on American soil. What next? That's what we're trying to find out. Not whose fault it is."
The way the admiral was staring at Baron's face said it all-bullshit.
Baron
