We were consuming too much coffee, considering that the only john in sight was a portable toilet in the vacant lot next door, and we still hadn’t heard a peep on the location of the defector we intended to bring home. I’d spent the better part of three days holed up with only said Glock and MI-6 Agent Leonard Gladstell, whose perpetual chatter and good cheer were getting on my nerves. But soul-searching had never been my strong point-not even while doing nothing in particular besides freezing my ass off in an empty warehouse in drizzling cold London. Though the Glock strapped to my side had gotten me out of trouble more than once, I think she referred more specifically to my head and heart.

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Whistling in the Dark by Tamara Allen