console, he tossed aside the headset. He couldn’t just sit here, cowering behind the techno equipment. He needed to be in the field, evaluating the enemies who could ruin his whole battle plan when he was so close to the goal. He needed to see everyone close-up, to read their eyes. He wouldn’t interfere in the process by stepping into Sylvia Cramer’s interview.
That actually could draw undue attention, not to mention piss her off. She could handle that end.
He strode down the hall, sparsely populated this late, which made the duo at the corner all the more conspicuous. Captain Bernard stood with the base commander, Colonel Mary Zogby. They exchanged salutes, as expected, and he kept right on walking. He and Mary avoided the hell out of each other, so it wouldn’t look at all strange for him to make tracks past her.
As long as he kept his cool, nobody would think twice about him watching the interview in progress. His assignment here might only be temporary until the new satellite project was successfully launched. But there was only one other person on the base as high ranking as himself, and then Mary Zogby one rank below him.
His combat boots pounded carpet all the way to the observation room. McCabe, Rocha, James—they all snapped to attention, standing chin up, shoulders back, chest out, eyes forward.
And hell yeah, the rush of power that brought never faded. He was in control, respected. Obeyed.
“At ease, gentlemen,” he said, stepping deeper into the room, Special Agent Cramer and that annoying Flores woman only a window away.
McCabe made eye contact first. “Good evening, General. What can I do for you, sir?”
Chapter 6
Liam relaxed—somewhat—as much as anyone could in front of General Ted Sullivan. The gray-haired veteran was a by-the-book workaholic with a reputation for running a tight ship. And he was clearly in control of whatever was going on here tonight. He’d already sent Wade Rocha and Jose James to another area to speak with Captain Bernard. Although why they had been called eluded him.
Now he stood in the small observation room with the general, waiting for Rachel’s interview to end. Liam respected the senior ranking official in some ways—for the most part, the general knew his shit, and no question, the guy could keep up on a training swim and run.
Except after a while working with him, it became apparent the guy didn’t get nuances. And there was no humor, no fun, and definitely no “marry one, screw one, kill one” games.
While crossing paths with Sullivan made this temporary stint at Patrick Air Force Base stressful, there was also a certain level of peace in knowing there wasn’t a chance of anything going wrong with the summit on this guy’s watch.
The micromanaging general wouldn’t allow it.
Which explained why he was here. The man almost never slept. And that could bode well for Rachel, which was all that mattered now.
Captain Bernard rejoined them quietly—no surprise, since a renowned butt-kisser would never be far from the highest-ranking person on the premises. Colonel Zogby stepped into the doorway and swept the room with an assessing glance before she stepped back out.
Sullivan leaned forward and punched in a code on the panel by the door. Sound flooded the observation room—Sylvia Cramer interrogating Rachel.
“Let’s go over what Brandon Harris told you one more time to make sure I have this right,” Sylvia said, even though it was clear the smooth agent wasn’t missing a thing. “Where were you when he first shared his suspicions? At his place?”
“At a dog park,” Rachel answered without hesitation, although her espresso-dark eyes turned flinty at the implication her meeting might have been more than professional or even casual friendship.
Something he hadn’t considered. But he should have. Damn it, she clouded his thinking.
On the other side of the window, Rachel held her ground. “And Brandon wasn’t in the car—my
That actually could draw undue attention, not to mention piss her off. She could handle that end.
He strode down the hall, sparsely populated this late, which made the duo at the corner all the more conspicuous. Captain Bernard stood with the base commander, Colonel Mary Zogby. They exchanged salutes, as expected, and he kept right on walking. He and Mary avoided the hell out of each other, so it wouldn’t look at all strange for him to make tracks past her.
As long as he kept his cool, nobody would think twice about him watching the interview in progress. His assignment here might only be temporary until the new satellite project was successfully launched. But there was only one other person on the base as high ranking as himself, and then Mary Zogby one rank below him.
His combat boots pounded carpet all the way to the observation room. McCabe, Rocha, James—they all snapped to attention, standing chin up, shoulders back, chest out, eyes forward.
And hell yeah, the rush of power that brought never faded. He was in control, respected. Obeyed.
“At ease, gentlemen,” he said, stepping deeper into the room, Special Agent Cramer and that annoying Flores woman only a window away.
McCabe made eye contact first. “Good evening, General. What can I do for you, sir?”
Chapter 6
Liam relaxed—somewhat—as much as anyone could in front of General Ted Sullivan. The gray-haired veteran was a by-the-book workaholic with a reputation for running a tight ship. And he was clearly in control of whatever was going on here tonight. He’d already sent Wade Rocha and Jose James to another area to speak with Captain Bernard. Although why they had been called eluded him.
Now he stood in the small observation room with the general, waiting for Rachel’s interview to end. Liam respected the senior ranking official in some ways—for the most part, the general knew his shit, and no question, the guy could keep up on a training swim and run.
Except after a while working with him, it became apparent the guy didn’t get nuances. And there was no humor, no fun, and definitely no “marry one, screw one, kill one” games.
While crossing paths with Sullivan made this temporary stint at Patrick Air Force Base stressful, there was also a certain level of peace in knowing there wasn’t a chance of anything going wrong with the summit on this guy’s watch.
The micromanaging general wouldn’t allow it.
Which explained why he was here. The man almost never slept. And that could bode well for Rachel, which was all that mattered now.
Captain Bernard rejoined them quietly—no surprise, since a renowned butt-kisser would never be far from the highest-ranking person on the premises. Colonel Zogby stepped into the doorway and swept the room with an assessing glance before she stepped back out.
Sullivan leaned forward and punched in a code on the panel by the door. Sound flooded the observation room—Sylvia Cramer interrogating Rachel.
“Let’s go over what Brandon Harris told you one more time to make sure I have this right,” Sylvia said, even though it was clear the smooth agent wasn’t missing a thing. “Where were you when he first shared his suspicions? At his place?”
“At a dog park,” Rachel answered without hesitation, although her espresso-dark eyes turned flinty at the implication her meeting might have been more than professional or even casual friendship.
Something he hadn’t considered. But he should have. Damn it, she clouded his thinking.
On the other side of the window, Rachel held her ground. “And Brandon wasn’t in the car—my
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