“We need to recover the computer chips and find out what we can from Nicholas Lawrence.”
“He’s not going to tell us anything.”
“Then we’ll make him.”
“And just what information are we hoping to gain? The location of the weapons and the launch codes are already on the microchips. If we find the computer chips, we don’t need anything else.”
“No, we need Nicholas to tell us who the broker is.”
“Broker?”
I back up, forgetting that Park doesn’t know what’s going on. “The broker, the person that’s acting as an intermediary between Nicholas and whoever is buying the weapons.”
Park frowns. “I know whatbrokermeans. I didn’t know another party was at play here besides Nicholas.”
“The broker is most likely a double agent in the CIA.”
“There’s a mole in the CIA?”
“Yeah.” I stop what I’m doing and meet Park’s gaze. “When we first met, I thought it was you.”
“Me?” He rears back. “Why would you think that I’m the mole?”
More voices down the hall cause us to pause and hold our breaths. When they drift in the opposite direction, Park steps in front of me, pinning me with his eyes. “I’m not the mole.”
“I know.” I glance up at him. “I’ve known it for a while.” We hold each other’s stares for a moment, and I can see traces of trust return to his eyes. “Listen,” I toss him a gun, “I’ll explain everything, but we need to move. Nicholas will have a team of men guarding the door to the basement, and then he’ll have his personal guards in front of the door to the chemistry lab.” I chamber a round and check my magazine, making sure there’s plenty of ammunition.
His brows drop as he looks at his weapon. “Why do I get the small gun? You’re the girl.”
All those warm feelings of attraction rushing through me seconds ago have turned into girl-power rage. “You did not just say that.”
“What?” He shrugs. “I’m bigger. I should get the bigger gun.”
“You have tiny T-Rex hands, remember?” I tap the barrel of my gun over his knuckles. “So I will keep the bigger gun for myself and my normal-sized hands.” I swing the backpack over my shoulders and creep around the pillar, looking back at him. “Stay close.”
I check both ways, making sure the hallway is clear. I nod to the right, pointing my gun as we walk down the hall toward Nicholas’s lab.
FORTY
PARK
I can’t believeLacee is Sienna or that Sienna is Lacee.
My mind can’t make sense of it all. But somewhere deep inside, my heart can.
From the moment I met Lacee, I felt like myself around her. We effortlessly connected in every way. There was sizzling attraction, comfortableness, and playfulness. She made everything real. What I feel for her is what I imagined it would feel like coming home to a family after years of being away. She feels like my home.
Over the years, I’ve felt similar things for Sienna. Even though I never met her in person, we talked through earpieces, over the phone, and in emails. I’m surprised that I didn’t recognize Lacee’s voice as Sienna’s. It’s like my mind compartmentalized them into two different sections of my brain. There was no way in my mind that they could be the same person, so I never made that connection. Besides, most of the time, my conversations with Sienna were centered on our assignments, but there was always that same playful energy about Sienna that I find so attractive in Lacee.
So I guess I should be happy. The only two women in my entire life that I’ve ever been interested in are the same person.
I thoughtIwas the one working a job.
I thought I was the mastermind behind our relationship, organizing the next time we’d meet—making it seem accidental. But really, it was Lacee the whole time. Everything was planned out from the moment Sienna Prime sent me that package to now.
Lacee’s always been in charge.
I just didn’t know it until now.
