He flopped down in the worn brown sofa and stared at the dingy wooden floor. His fingers tightened around the cell phone. Heat rose to his cheeks, and the more he thought about the phone call with Agent Ross, the angrier he became.
Why hadn't Cory died in Bermuda? Then again, he'd let his friendship with Cory override everything. But now...things were different. His new title meant everything to him.
As did his life.
If Marcella Higley discovered he'd saved Agent Cory Ross' life that day in Bermuda, she'd come after him. He couldn't have that. He glanced at the stub on his right hand where his pinky finger used to be. The stub that reminded him people did not cross Marcella. He'd been on her bad side once before and he'd sworn it would never happen again. Didn't want to lose another fi
