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by Brienne’s voice that she wasn’t sure where that final destination was located, thus not fully illuminating the path they had to follow. She had belted her robe and then handed him the other. She took a hold of the SAT phone, but he laid the garment on the bed. He wasn’t one to wear robes. She still had enough spark in her that she lifted a corner of her mouth in humor as she watched him don nothing more than the pair of jeans that had been in the go-bag.
“We’ll check that out immediately,” Crest answered, covering his end of the phone to give the order to one of his agents. It was his next statement that caused Brienne to freeze in her steps. “I think we’re all in agreement Brienne’s name was leaked by someone inside the Intelligence Division. Raheela had too much to lose. As a matter of fact, it was most likely done by someone assigned to Brienne’s own section.”
“Telfer is taking care of that issue,” Grady said, not bothering to hide his skepticism. It was damned hard to be objective with the piles of shit that were being dumped on Brienne’s supervisor’s desk. “He’s solid, Crest. I can vouch for him.”
“You and I both know he’s not got the time to brush his own teeth, let alone find out who within his department is the guilty party.”
“Brienne can’t get within a mile of Langley without becoming a target in someone’s scope, and you damn well know it,” Grady asserted irritably, not backing down on this. It was apparent Brienne was actually giving it thought from the way she was touching the bracelet on her wrist, so he grabbed the phone from her and took it off speaker. “Find another way.”
“I have,” Crest replied without hesitation. This man was the embodiment of a warrior. If he said he had a solution, he did. It just wasn’t what Grady had expected. “You, Kenton. You have to go back to Langley and finish this so Brienne can get her life back.”
*
Brienne recalled Grady’s sentiment regarding the lengths he would go to in order to keep her safe. She understood at the time, but now it was different. She was a seasoned agent, this case was regarding her career, and her life was literally on the line…she had a right to hear the other side of the conversation.
“You have no right to cut me out of this, Grady.”
Brienne had never had the pleasure of meeting Gavin Crest, or even Catori Starr for that matter. She was sure that would change, but right now it didn’t matter. These people were making choices for her and that had to stop.
“Telfer is getting flak from the higher-ups within the Agency, especially those with important connections to the Pakistani government.” Grady snatched his weapon, which was still in its holster, and walked out of the bedroom. Brienne’s stomach rolled a bit as she realized Crest had told him something of importance. She followed close behind, not willing to allow Grady to make decisions without her. It was as if the last hour they’d spent together hadn’t even taken place. “Crest is under the assumption he doesn’t have time to flush out the guilty party.”
“We’re assuming the person responsible is within the section based on some reasonable suppositions,” Brienne pointed out distractedly, already feeling their time together slipping through her fingers. She didn’t want to be proven wrong and have her death occur before they ever stood a chance. She swallowed down the desperation and tried to compose her emotions. She needed to treat this like any other assignment. “It could very well have come from one of my own sources. I could have slipped and—”
“You didn’t do anything of the sort, Brie,” Grady replied, resignation in the tone of his voice. He set his weapon on the counter and then retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator before leaning back against the hard granite. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink of water, a droplet of condensation immediately falling onto his chest.
“We’ll check that out immediately,” Crest answered, covering his end of the phone to give the order to one of his agents. It was his next statement that caused Brienne to freeze in her steps. “I think we’re all in agreement Brienne’s name was leaked by someone inside the Intelligence Division. Raheela had too much to lose. As a matter of fact, it was most likely done by someone assigned to Brienne’s own section.”
“Telfer is taking care of that issue,” Grady said, not bothering to hide his skepticism. It was damned hard to be objective with the piles of shit that were being dumped on Brienne’s supervisor’s desk. “He’s solid, Crest. I can vouch for him.”
“You and I both know he’s not got the time to brush his own teeth, let alone find out who within his department is the guilty party.”
“Brienne can’t get within a mile of Langley without becoming a target in someone’s scope, and you damn well know it,” Grady asserted irritably, not backing down on this. It was apparent Brienne was actually giving it thought from the way she was touching the bracelet on her wrist, so he grabbed the phone from her and took it off speaker. “Find another way.”
“I have,” Crest replied without hesitation. This man was the embodiment of a warrior. If he said he had a solution, he did. It just wasn’t what Grady had expected. “You, Kenton. You have to go back to Langley and finish this so Brienne can get her life back.”
*
Brienne recalled Grady’s sentiment regarding the lengths he would go to in order to keep her safe. She understood at the time, but now it was different. She was a seasoned agent, this case was regarding her career, and her life was literally on the line…she had a right to hear the other side of the conversation.
“You have no right to cut me out of this, Grady.”
Brienne had never had the pleasure of meeting Gavin Crest, or even Catori Starr for that matter. She was sure that would change, but right now it didn’t matter. These people were making choices for her and that had to stop.
“Telfer is getting flak from the higher-ups within the Agency, especially those with important connections to the Pakistani government.” Grady snatched his weapon, which was still in its holster, and walked out of the bedroom. Brienne’s stomach rolled a bit as she realized Crest had told him something of importance. She followed close behind, not willing to allow Grady to make decisions without her. It was as if the last hour they’d spent together hadn’t even taken place. “Crest is under the assumption he doesn’t have time to flush out the guilty party.”
“We’re assuming the person responsible is within the section based on some reasonable suppositions,” Brienne pointed out distractedly, already feeling their time together slipping through her fingers. She didn’t want to be proven wrong and have her death occur before they ever stood a chance. She swallowed down the desperation and tried to compose her emotions. She needed to treat this like any other assignment. “It could very well have come from one of my own sources. I could have slipped and—”
“You didn’t do anything of the sort, Brie,” Grady replied, resignation in the tone of his voice. He set his weapon on the counter and then retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator before leaning back against the hard granite. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink of water, a droplet of condensation immediately falling onto his chest.
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