It had been quite a few days of playing catchup, and it wasn’t a good place to be in her world.
Not.
At.
All.
While she loved a chase, she didn’t like a killer taking innocent lives and jerking her around. Deputy Director Elizabeth Blackhawk was being led around by her nose, and it was on her last goddamn nerve.
He was playing with her like a cat would a mouse. Oh, and that was exactly whatThe Grave Robberwas doing, and this mouse was not happy.
The whole time during his escape, this killer was one step ahead of her, and she was fighting tooth-and-nail to catch up to him.
Unfortunately for her, this sicko was equally matched when it came to money and places to hide. For the first time since saddling up with rich husbands, the money at her disposal, which she used to help with a case, wasn’t helping at all.
Amidst this game of cat and mouse, Elizabeth realized one thing.
It was like chasing herself.
The Grave Robberwas smart, he had money afforded to him, and he had studied her for years. Who would have thought the master would have taught the apprentice to watch her meteoric rise through the FBI and study her?
Well, that was exactly what he’d done.
Yeah, and that was a pain in her ass.
Now that he’d been trained for his whole life to be a killer, he would be dropping bodies and clues all over the place as she was forced to wait for the second shoe to drop.
At some point, he would be coming for her family in an effort to derail her.
This was a hot mess.
And she was scared shitless.
With her kids tucked away in thePuget Sound, she was able to concentrate—a bit. While she wished she had help, a smaller team was a safer team.
That was less of a target forThe Grave Robber.
As long as everyone was safe, she was good. The men she loved were locked down with security all over them like tan on Native in order to give her the ability to focus on one thing, and only one thing.
The chase.
It was making waves in her personal life, and Elizabeth preferred not to rock that boat. She wasn’t enjoying the idea of this nut damaging her relationships all because she was having to lock them down.
Know who else wasn’t enjoying any of this?
Her head of security.
At that very moment, Ivan was on the big screen in the sitting area of that private, unlicensed, unmarked jet, reading her the riot act.
When she’d called in to check on her family, someone had let Ivan get on the call.
Damn them.
He was stirred up.
In fact, someone was ballsy today, and she didn’t want to deal with the bullshit, but here she was…dealing with the bullshit anyway.
Why?
