Jesse paced the private offices of Artemis in Bellona HQ and watched the big screen with intense scrutiny. Anything was better than facing the woman who’d been heckling her for the last hour.
“You should go home Juno,” Artemis leaned against the back of a chair watching her.
“Is that an order ma’am?” Jesse looked over her shoulder, her dark eyes questioning her boss and mentor.
“Not at all. A friendly suggestion from one colleague to another. You look like hell.”
“I feel it.” There was no point in denying or lying. The woman was right. She looked terrible. She felt worse.
“It’s been ten days. Have you called him?”
“No ma’am.” Jesse laughed at the suggestion. Ten days ago, she had walked out of Cam Torres’ warehouse, out of the assignment and straight back to Bellona HQ. Her team had
