Page 68 of PSYCHOlogical

“Why not?”

“Someone he went to Officer’s Candidate School with works at the FBI, in the Intelligence Branch. He said he’s going to see if the guy can track down where the DNI’s emails are coming from. He was sincere when he told me that. Martin’s either a hell of an actor, or he’s telling the truth.”

I shook my head. “If the DNI finds out he’s digging, you know what they’ll do.”

“Hopefully he’ll find out who’s sending the emails before DNI figures out he’s searching.”

The current consensus at the Office of the DNI had to be that the walls of New Dawn’s structure were crumbling. I wondered how much time we truly had before they pulled the plug. After the decision was made to do so, no one would be safe—including whoever was sending the emails.

“I’m convinced Trevino is nosing around,” I said. “Listening. Digging. I wonder if he’s behind the orders?”

“I wish I knew.”

“I don’t trust anyone,” I stated. “Anyone but you, that is.”

His gaze fell to the floor. “I’m not sure who to trust.”

I had no intention of instilling an ounce of trust in anyone but Vincent. He was honest and driven solely by what he believed was right and wrong.

“Me, neither,” I said.

His eyes met mine. “Martin made one comment today that bothered me a little.”

“What’s that?”

“He said it was time to kill everyone and let God decide if he’s done right or wrong.”

Goosebumps rose along my arms.

Martin was right. The time had come to kill everyone. I hoped, however, that I could convince Vincent to act before Martin did.