Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Damon slid his cell phone into his jacket pocket. Ezra hadn’t even realized he’d had it out. If Damon was at all upset, he didn’t show it as he looked to the man who’d taken over the section he’d worked in for years. “Yes, that was a bit of a shock. I thought Mr. Green was still in Agency custody. I didn’t realize he’d been returned to the field. Or did I miss the memo?”
Rupert’s expression turned distinctly superior as he took the seat at the head of the table. He was followed by several men and women who entered and took their places as if getting ready for a long meeting.
He couldn’t fucking sit here. She was being taken away. She was moving further and further from him with every second and they wanted to have a fucking debrief?
This was all part of Levi’s plan.
“You don’t get any memos at all, Damon,” Rupert was saying. “You left. You are a private citizen and lucky we didn’t choose to press charges against you and all your friends for what happened a few weeks ago.”
Damon leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “And you’re lucky I don’t talk to the press about the fact that MI6 knew for years what Hope McDonald was doing and kept their distance because at the end of the day you wanted to know how those experiments worked out.”
A rosy flush went over Rupert’s face. “That’s not true and you know it.”
“Do I? I only know what it looks like to this private citizen. I only know that MI6 raided private property on British soil without any kind of warrant,” Damon shot back. “So I would like for you to explain to me why we’re here, except that little prick of an Agency operative wanted to see if he could get a rise out of my friend. Ezra Fain has been very helpful to British intelligence over the years, so I would like to know why you thought it was a good idea to arrest his wife in front of him.”
Rupert frowned. “I thought they were divorced and had been for a long time.”
“But they were married at one point,” Damon replied. “You’ve got an ex. Would you feel absolutely nothing if you had to watch her be arrested? It doesn’t matter how acrimonious the relationship was. She was someone he cared about once and you forced him to sit through something traumatic.”
They continued arguing and Ezra realized what Damon was doing. He was giving him cover. Damon was giving him time to think. They couldn’t run off after her. They couldn’t make a scene and start fighting. They needed to look like they accepted the situation, like they weren’t about to start a high-speed chase through the streets of London.
They had to be subtle. They also had to figure out exactly what they were up against.
“I need to see it.” Ezra sat up, his hands on the table like he wasn’t about to draw down on anyone. Because he wasn’t. He couldn’t put a gun to the head of MI6 and force him to turn over Kim’s whereabouts. Levi wouldn’t have told the man the truth anyway. “I need to see the evidence against my ex-wife. A whole lot of the trouble we had was over work, but not the way you think. It was because she always picked work over our marriage. She was an excellent operative, far better than me. I find it very difficult to believe she would commit treason.”
Rupert sighed. “It’s odd. Mr. Green seemed to think you would be satisfied with this outcome. He said you and Ms. Solomon had been at war for years.”
“My war was always with Levi.” His marriage had simply been one of the casualties. He couldn’t forget how she’d listened to Levi, gone over her own husband’s head to send his brother on the mission that had cost him his life. She’d chosen Levi time and time again, and it was finally going to cost her.
So let it. Let her go with him. He won’t really hurt her. He won’t do anything he hasn’t already done to her.
His hands fisted because that was the dark bastard inside him talking, the one every man had somewhere deep down. The one every good man managed to shut up.
If Levi put his hands on her this time, it would be assault. It would be rape, and he wasn’t going to let that happen to any human being, much less one he’d loved more than life itself at one point.
“We’re prepared to give you a briefing on the subject,” Rupert allowed. “But only Mr. Knight. I’m sorry. You no longer work for the Agency, and they’ve been a bit intransigent on this. I believe it might be Mr. Green’s influence. However, given the fact that you have helped us on numerous occasions, if Mr. Knight leaves his notes somewhere on his desk, well, despite our personality clash, I do trust him to a point. I’m sorry things have come to this. We were quite happy with the outcome of the Paris operation.”