I pushed through the door of the safe house I'd set up almost ten years ago. One of my mentors had told me to make sure I always had bolt holes. Even when I left the Agency. Damned if she hadn't been right.
Checking the low tech security system, I finally let out a breath when I saw that it was unchanged from the last time I was here. I threw my s**t on the table, sat down on one of the dusty chairs.
Twenty-four hours behind her. The knowledge sliced through me again.
I knew the longer it took to find her, the less likely I'd find her in one piece. Thankful I'd slept on the plane, I started pulling stuff from my bag. My laptop set up and my phone acting as a hot spot, I was on the line with Nik and Turo as soon as the call connected.
"I'm picking up a couple of burners. Once I have
