Not.
At.
All.
“It’s going to be okay,” Uriel said, as he drove them in the borrowed Secret Service SUV. “We got you, boo.”
Yeah, but at what cost?
That was the problem.
For Elizabeth, the cost was already too high with losing Jet, and she didn’t want to say goodbye to any more of her family.
For now, she had to push on.
“Here’s the real plan,” she stated. “We’re getting in, getting this assessed, and getting out of here. I don’t want to be on the ground for long. He’s likely dropped these remains and is already on his way. The good news is we’re on his ass. The badnews is, I don’t know what he’s telling me yet about this scene. That’s going to play heavily in this.”
They were curious.
Raphael went there.
“Where do you think he’ll go next?” he asked. What he wanted to do was get her home. She was favoring her one shoulder, and it was clear that she had been injured during the rollover, and they’d not noticed.
What she needed was to be with the family, and have Chris check her out.
That was on the top of his list.
Well, other than them all surviving. He hadn’t been kidding about Ivan going nuclear. One more incident, and he was getting his ass kicked.
To answer his question, honestly, she wasn’t sure where he’d go next.
“I guess I’ll know when I see what he’s left me in the way of clues. He likes to paint a picture.”
That was for sure.
And what a foul one it tended to be.
As they pulled up to the quiet street in the nice neighborhood, it was already a shitshow.
The media must have been monitoring their police radios, because there was a throng of reporters waiting for her.
Why wasn’t she shocked?
Why not add more stress to the situation?
As they pulled up, cops were at the tape, and luckily, they’d blocked off much of the street, giving Elizabeth a clear path in under the tape.
They wanted to be as close to the building as possible in order to stay out of harm’s way.
When the window went down, Uriel kept it at the halfway point—just in case.
This was a Secret Service ride, and it had bulletproof glass. Gabe had insisted, and they weren’t saying no to that. Elizabeth had warned them that there was still one more Russian spy out there, and she could pop up when she didn’t make her meetup with her friend.
The bottom line was they had a job to do, and that was to get the director home. Plus, Uriel also wanted to get home to his woman.
The last thing he wanted was to be shot in the head.
“We have the Deputy Director of the FBI on board. Clear us,” he said.
