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“We need to know what’s on that thumb drive.”

“I’ll send you more details tomorrow, and you guys can come get us. I had to ditch my truck in Tulsa.”

“Where?”

“Leave it where it is. I was being tailed, and they’ve likely got people watching it. We’ll double back for it when this is all over.”

“Sounds good. You sure you’re okay?”

The bathroom door opens, and Kennedy limps out wearing baggy shorts and a black sweatshirt. Her hair is still wet, her eyes red and swollen from the tears I know she must have cried while hidden behind the closed door.

She’s stunning even in her pain.

A sight to behold.

Light in the darkness.

“Yeah, we’re good. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

“Same. Love you, brother. Stay safe.”

“You, too. See you soon.” I end the call.

“Who was that?”

“Elliot. I gave him the list of names you gave me, and he looked into them.”

“Anything?”

“They’re working on it.” No need to tell her that we’ve got a whole lot of nothing so far. “Feel better?”

“A bit.” She limps over toward the bed and takes a seat on the edge of it.

“A shower always feels like a reset. Anytime I’ve been out in the field, it’s the first thing I look forward to.” I peer out the curtains again, scanning the parking lot for any sign of trouble.

“Olivia was a good person.”

I turn toward her but don’t respond.

The chances of Olivia not knowing what was going on in her home are low, but given that the senator wasn’t her biological father, it’s entirely possible he kept her out of it as a matter of self-preservation.

“She was one of the kindest people I ever met, and even as she was surrounded by bodyguards all the time, she never acted like the rich kid everyone thought she was.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You look like a man who knows how it feels to lose.”

“Something like that.” I shove the darkness down as it tries to resurface.

“Lani said, a couple of years ago when you returned from a mission, you locked yourself in your room.”

“Did she.” I take a seat in a chair by the door.

“She did. If you don’t want to talk about it, I get it.”

“There’s not much to tell. I went after a missing woman and didn’t make it in time.”

Her expression turns sorrowful. “I’m sorry, Bradyn.”

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