Chapter 13Thankfully, Helen Barratt left the Met with them, acutely aware of just how upset her nephew was. Chris watched as Jamie allowed himself to be pulled into her lap once they were safely behind the tinted glass of the limo, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist as she tenderly stroked a perfectly manicured hand over his hair. Jamie’s eyes closed, and after a moment, he visibly stopped shaking. He looked like a child, frightened and vulnerable in her arms, and Chris realized right then what his true job was.
He was sitting in the back with Agent Gregg whilst Agent Ryan was in the front with Helen’s driver. They were party to this small meltdown from the son of the world’s most powerful woman—if even one of them mentioned a word of it to the wrong ear, it could destroy the whole
