CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
“Hey.” Maria snapped her fingers twice in front of his face. “Earth to Kent.”
He blinked up at her. “Sorry. I was, uh, just thinking.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
He was silent a long moment. “People still died, Maria. We tried our best, did everything we could, and people still died.”
The two of them sat across from each other in a conference room in CIA headquarters in Zurich, waiting for Cartwright and debriefing. The first thing that Reid had done upon returning to HQ was to get on the secure line to the safe house and make sure his girls were all right. Despite being several thousand miles away from the economic forum and the explosion, the experience had jarred him. Amun had very nearly won.
But his daughters were safe, if not a bit afflicted with cabin feve
