Monday. Thames House Security Service Headquarters. London, United Kingdom.
MILES STRODE DOWN THE hall. There were only two women this side of the security check-point. They had to be the first wave of the American team he'd been warned about. A list of names scrolled through his head, but only one stood out right now.
Diha Balakrishnan.
Before this moment, he couldn't place the name. But now that he saw her, he had a vague memory of a shy, mousey woman.
Funny, when he thought about that operation before this moment, he couldn't place her there. But seeing her here filled in that hole.
He was struck with the strangest memory. The team had been gathered to hash out some details. They'd taken a short break and he recalled turning and his gaze landing on her. She'd been pouring herself t
