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Lola knew it was a cheat, but she managed to end up in the other SUV from Tim and in the far back seat after making sure Emily Beale was sitting up front. The Delta Force colonel sat beside her and showed no inclination to speak. Good.
She pressed the heel of her hand against her chest, feeling the pain. A sharp physical bite that she’d diagnose in an older person as a heart attack. She pushed harder, which only worsened the ache.
The irony of the situation was not lost upon her. She needed to feel, even if it was only physical pain. Or perhaps especially if it was pain. After a decade of sliding easy, it suddenly felt hard. An impossible burden to carry. She didn’t like what she was facing.
Ever since 9/11, she’d flown down a path that had unfolded in front of her like a yellow bri
