Sindy
This was no time to freak out, Sindy. Keep your s**t together.
I forced myself to slow my breathing, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to focus on anything—anything at all—that might quell the rage burning hotter and hotter inside me. But it wasn’t just rage. It was betrayal, the kind that cut bone-deep. Not only had the FMB been keeping us in the dark as agents, but I had been personally sold down the river by my own boss. Every single one of us had been working under false assumptions. We’d all been fed the same line of bullshit—at least those of us I worked alongside—serially deceived about the full scale of what we were actually dealing with.
Looking at Lorenzo wasn’t helping matters. My gaze betrayed me, dropping to the thick outline straining behind the stretch of denim
