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“While we appreciate how hard these revelations have been today,” White said, “there will be time to process it later. We are working on the Orest problem from various angles. The angle we need from you is to help us understand Orest’s movements during your overseas visit. We’re arranging tickets to get you back over to London. We’re asking you to please go to London with Xander and retrace your footsteps for him, so we might be able to figure out what Orest was up to.

“You mean.” Elyssa looked around the room, then shifted in his arms so her gaze landed on Xander. “She means now?”

“Now,” Xander said. “That’s why we were getting your passport.”

“I don’t have clothes.” Elyssa could hear the bewilderment in her voice.

“We’ll buy them.” Xander reached out and rubbed Radar’s butt. “We really don’t have any time to waste. And frankly, you don’t want to be in DC right now.”

Her breath hitched. “Because you think the city is the target?”

“No. You are,” Xander said softly. “Three Zoric family members were waiting for you when you got off the plane.”

“You’re a target,” White said, “and we need to know why. So, I’m suggesting London. Finley, though, could take you into protective custody, if you prefer.”

Rubbing the words on her tattoo, Elyssa drew her focus away from Xander, flicking it toward White. “I’ll go to London with Xander. It’s just I wasn’t ready for this.”

“Xander will be your point guy along with Radar,” White said.

“Radar, are you sure?” Hiro asked.

“Radar is trained for electronics alert and found the case in Newark, I’ll remind you. He’s also a medical alert dog,” Xander said. “He can wear the vest and go anywhere. He passed all his trials, he was only taken out of the program because he was too high-drive to make that his lifestyle.”

Hiro touched his phone on speaker.

“Sir?”

“I need a service dog vest for a German Shepherd. I need it now. Lights and sirens getting it here. I’d go down to Sandra’s office and borrow the one from her dog. Tell her it’s an emergency.”

“Sir.”

And that line ended.

“Xander and Radar will be with you every step of the way, Elyssa,” White said. “But we need you to be as specificas possible, not just location, but where in that location did Orest stand or sit. Do you recognize anyone? Do you remember speaking to anyone? Every detail. It’s important. Do you have your phone?”

“No,” Elyssa whispered. “I lost it when the plane dumped over to the side.” She put her hands on her head. “Oh wow, you’re asking me to get right back onto a plane!”

Chapter Thirty-One

Elyssa

Sunday

Washington, D.C.

Xander shoved his carry-on into the bin above and then swung into his seat. “You seem to be doing okay.”

“First class, a girl can get used to this.” They were just words to say. Social convention.

“First class, yes.” Xander looked around.

“Did they put us up here because the team was afraid I was going to die back in coach?” Elyssa asked.

“Bunch of reasons: last-minute flight, seat availability, Radar.” He sat down and reached for her hand. “A lot has been thrown at you in the last couple of hours.”

“Yah think?” Her brows went up to her hairline.

“I was checking in because outwardly, you seem to be handling it pretty well.”

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