Chapter 11
Vic’s cast came off while I was halfway across the country on an information-gathering job for Foster. Of course I didn’t find out until I returned. What I’d been doing was easy enough but I was still undercover, meaning I couldn’t risk contacting Vic—or vice versa. The whole situation frustrated me, primarily because Foster seemed to be using me for things any first-year operative could have handled. I was better than that, and he knew it. Arguing with him was not an option, however. I did what I was told, and hoped to hell he’d quit babying me. I had the feeling that’s exactly what he was doing when it came down to it. I’d been shot twice within a year, badly enough to end up in one of the organization’s clinics both times. He might have been afraid I was losing my edge af
