Peter shrugged. “You might wanna turn around and go home.”
“Why?”
Peter pivoted away from her and called over his shoulder, “Take someone’s advice for once, Sue.”
If Peter thought his cryptic warning would send her home, he didn’t know her very well. She dropped her hand from holding open the elevator doors and stepped inside.
Good. If Ned wanted to talk to her, maybe he wanted to explain what the hell was going on.
The elevator deposited her onto the fifth floor, and she badged the door to the cubicles. The hum of low voices and keyboard clicks created a comforting welcome.
As she turned the corner to her row, she stumbled to a stop. A man she didn’t know was hanging on to the corner of her cube and Ned’s head bobbed above the top.
She bit the inside of her cheek and continued walking forward.
At her approach the stranger turned, and his eyes widened. “Chandler.”
She stopped at the entrance to her cubicle, her gaze darting from Ned to a woman sitting at her desk, accessing her computer.
“Wh-what’s going on here, Ned?”
Her boss ran a hand over his bald head, his forehead glistening with sweat. “I thought you were out today, Sue.”
“So, what? You figured you and a couple of strangers could get into my computer in my absence?”
The guy to her right straightened up and pulled back his shoulders. “Ms. Chandler, we’ve noticed some irregularities on your workstation.”
“Irregularities?” She shot a look at Ned, who refused to meet her gaze. “I don’t understand.”
The woman sitting in front of her computer twisted her head around, a tight smile on her face. “I found another one.”
“Another one what?” Sue stepped into her cube, hovering over the woman seated at her desk.
The man placed a hand on Sue’s arm. “Perhaps it’s best we talk in Ned’s office.”
Sue had noticed a few heads popping up from other cubicles. She lifted her own chin. She knew damn well she didn’t have any irregularities on her computer. The Falcon would make sure of that—unless these were communiqués from him.
“Let’s go, then.” She shook off the man’s hand and charged out of her cubicle and down the aisle to Ned’s office in the corner.
She reached Ned’s office before the two strangers, with Ned right behind her. She swung around, nearly colliding with him. “What’s going on, Ned?”
“They received an anonymous tip about you forwarding classified emails and documents to your home computer.”
“What? You know I’d never do anything like that. I’ve been in the field myself. There’s no way I’d put anyone in danger.”
“I know that, Sue.” His gaze darted over his shoulder, and then he sealed his lips as the two investigators approached.
Sue shuffled into the room as Ned sat down behind his desk. “Take a seat, Sue.”
“That’s okay. I’ll stand.” Folding her arms, she squared her shoulders against the wall.
The two investigators remained standing, too.
The woman thrust out her hand, all business. “I’m Jackie Templeman.”
Sue gripped her hand and squeezed hard, her lips twisting as Jackie blinked.
The man cleared his throat and dipped his head. “Robert Beall.”
He didn’t offer his hand and she didn’t make a move to get it. She folded her arms across her chest and asked, “What did this anonymous email say?”
Templeman shot a glance at Ned. “To check your emails.”
“You have no idea who sent it?”
“No.” Templeman shook her head. “That’s why it’s anonymous.”
Sue smirked. “Got it. So, you believe every anonymous email you receive and rush in to do an investigation?”
Templeman hugged her notebook to her chest, as if guarding state secrets. “Not everyone.”
“Oh, I see.” Sue shoved off the wall and plopped into the chair across from Ned. “Just the ones about me.”
Beall finally found his voice. “Because of your...um...the incident.”
“Funny thing about that incident.” Sue drummed her fingers on Ned’s desk. “You’d think the Agency would be kissing my...rear end, considering a leak on their part led to my kidnapping in the first place.”
“And then you escaped.” Templeman tilted her head.
“Yeah, another reason the Agency should be nominating me for a medal or something instead of combing through my computer.”
“You escaped from a group of men holding you in Istanbul.” Templeman’s delicate eyebrows formed a V over her nose.
Sue snorted. “I guess that’s hard for some people to believe, but some female agents aren’t pencil-pushing computer geeks. Some of us know how to handle ourselves.”
A smile tugged at Beall’s lips, but he wiped it out with his hand.
“Besides, I was debriefed on that incident and the case was closed. You still seem to be using it to go after me.”
“The point—” Templeman straightened her jacket “—is that we did find anomalies on your computer. Enough for us to confiscate your machine and suspend you.”
“Suspend?” Sue jumped from the chair. “Is that true, Ned?”
“Just until they can figure out everything. I think there has to be a mistake, and I told them that. We already know those emails implicating Major Rex Denver and sent to a CIA translator were fakes. I’m confident that this investigation is going to find something similar with these emails and you’ll be in the clear, Sue.”
“Suspension starting now?”
“Yes, we’ll accompany you back to your cubicle if you want to take any personal items with you.” Templeman pushed past Beall and opened the door.
“I don’t have anything there I need.” Sue smacked her hand on Ned’s desk. “Let me know when this is over, Ned.”
“Of course, Sue. Don’t worry.”
As she stepped through the door, Templeman tapped her shoulder. “Badge.”
Sue whipped the lanyard over her head and tossed it at Templeman’s chest, but it slipped through the investigator’s fingers and landed on the floor. The woman couldn’t even make a good catch. No wonder she had a hard time believing Sue had escaped her captors.
Sue strode out of the office, not looking right or left. When she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she took a deep breath of fresh air.
Maybe she sent her son away early for nothing. Maybe her senses had been on high alert because the Agency had been tracking her. Now that they’d made their move and suspended her and confiscated her computer, they’d back off.
The thought didn’t make her feel much better. The CIA didn’t trust her, and being falsely accused made her blood boil. Of course, if the Agency knew about her work with The Falcon, the accusations might not be false. She didn’t have to worry about that, though. The Falcon would have her covered.
As she waited for the elevator in the parking garage, her phone buzzed and she squinted at the text message from her friend, Dani Howard.
Dani knew she’d sent Drake back home and figured Sue needed some cheering up. Dani had no idea how much cheering up she needed.
Sue texted her friend back. I’m up for cocktails tonight.
What the hell did she have to lose at this point?
* * *
SUE SPOTTED DANI already sitting at the bar, and she squeezed between the people and the tall tables to reach her. “This the best you could do?”
Dani gave her a one-armed hug. “I just got here five minutes ago. Haven’t even ordered a drink yet.”
Hunching over the bar, Sue snapped her fingers and shouted, “Hey.”
The bartender raised his hand. “Be right with you.”
A minute later he took their order for two glasses
of white wine.
Dani sighed as she flicked back her hair. “It must be your commanding presence that gets their attention. Did you see Drake off okay today?”
“I did.” Sue rolled her eyes. “Of course, I had to put up with Linda’s jabs.”
“Our mothers should have a contest to see who can outshame the single moms.” Dani picked out some pretzels from the bowl of snack mix on the bar and popped one into her mouth.
“Stepmother. At least Fiona’s dad is in the picture.”
“You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“Okay then, at least Fiona lives with you and you’re not in constant fear of losing custody of her.”
Dani folded back the corners of the napkin the bartender had tossed down when he took their order. “You know I’m planning to drive down to Savannah, and I’d be happy to drop in on Drake for you. Text me your parents’ address, and I’ll see if I can make the detour—just a familiar face from where Mom lives might make a big difference.”
“That would be great, but I don’t want to put you out.”
“Happy to do it.” Dani snatched their glasses from the bartender’s hand and handed one to Sue. “Drink.”
Sue took a big gulp of wine, but there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world right now to drown her sorrows.
“Stop beating yourself up. You’re saving the freakin’ world.” Dani tilted her head. “I suppose you can’t tell me about this hush-hush assignment of yours.”
Not only did she not have a hush-hush assignment, she didn’t have any assignment—unless she counted the one to get the name of the right barbershop.
Sue put a finger to her lips and swirled her wine in the glass. “No questions about my job.”
“Don’t even ask about my job...except for the new resident who started his rotation.” Dani winked.
“Not another doctor. You need to date outside the medical field.”
“I need to date and I may have just found the answer to our prayers.” Dani tilted her head to the side and twirled a strand of her red hair around one finger.
Sue put her glass to her lips and shifted her gaze above the rim toward a table to Dani’s right, where two men had their heads together. “Are you sure they aren’t gay?”
“Not the way they’ve been eyeing us for the past few minutes.” Dani drew back her shoulders and puffed out her ample chest. “Besides, they have a table, and we’re stuck here at the bar getting squeezed out.”
One of the men had noticed Dani’s move and he sat up, nudging his buddy.
An evening with Dani always ended in the company of men, and for once, Sue welcomed the distraction. She smiled at the eager suitors.
One of the guys raised his glass and pointed to the two empty chairs at their table.
“And score.” Dani wiggled her fingers in the air. “I get the blond unless you have a preference. I’m just thinking about cute little strawberry-blond siblings for Fiona.”
Sue’s gaze shifted to the dark-haired man as she pushed away from the bar. At least he was her type. “Go for it, Dani.”
The two men jumped from their seats and pulled out the chairs for her and Dani. She and Dani did a little dance to get Dani seated next to the blond.
He spoke first. “You two looked so uncomfortable packed in at the bar. It seemed a shame to let these two chairs go to waste.”
“Thank you. I’m Dani and this is Sue.” Dani’s southern accent always got more pronounced in front of men, and they seemed to eat it up.
Dani’s future husband pointed to himself. “I’m Mason—” and then he pointed to his companion “—and this is Jeffrey.”
They all said their hellos and launched into the inane small talk that characterized meet-ups in bars. Sue had no intention of winding up with Jeffrey or anyone else at the end of the evening and tried to keep her alcohol consumption to a minimum.
She failed.
Mason, or maybe it was Jeffrey, ordered a bottle of wine for the table, and then another. Although Sue continuously sipped from her glass, the liquid never dropped below the halfway point, and by the time she staggered to the ladies’ room on her second trip, she realized the men had been topping off her wine.
She’d have to put a lid on that glass when she got back to the table.
As she wended her way through the crowded bar, she stumbled to a stop when she saw Jeffrey alone at the table. She clutched her small purse to her chest and took the last few steps on unsteady legs. “Where are Mason and Dani?”
“They left—together.” Jeffrey lifted one shoulder.
Sue sank into the chair, snatching her phone from the side pocket on her purse. “Whose idea was that?”
“I think it was mutual.” Jeffrey held up his hands. “Don’t worry. I know we didn’t hit it off like they did, and I have no expectations.”
She scowled at him over the top of her phone. “I hope not.”
Dani picked up on the first ring. “Hey, Sue, did Jeffrey tell you I left with Mason?”
“He did. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dani giggled and sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you there with Jeffrey.”
“That’s okay. As long as you’re all right. Do you have an address where you’re going?”
“The Hay-Adams.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
Dani ended the call on another giggle and Sue shoved her phone back into her purse.
Jeffrey raised one eyebrow. “Your friend okay? Mason’s a good guy.”
“He’d better be.” Sue raised her phone and snapped a picture of Jeffrey. “Just in case.”
A spark of anger lit Jeffrey’s eyes for a second, or maybe she’d imagined it. Then he tucked some bills beneath his empty glass. “Can I at least see you home?”
She shook her head and then clutched the edge of the table as a wave of dizziness engulfed her brain. She took a sip of water. “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Really? You don’t look fine. The booze was flowing as fast as the conversation tonight. You look...woozy.”
Woozy? Someone had stuffed a big cotton ball in her head to keep her brain from banging around. After the day she’d had, she’d wanted to let loose, tie one on. Now she had to face the consequences.
“I didn’t drive. I can just hop on the Metro, one stop.” She staggered to her feet and grabbed the back of her chair. She’d be paying for her overindulgence tomorrow morning for sure.
Jeffrey jumped from his chair. “Are you positive I can’t help you? I can walk you to the station or call you a taxi or rideshare car.”
She narrowed her eyes and peered at him through a fog. Why was he so insistent? Why didn’t he just leave her alone?
She raised her hand and leveled a finger at him. “Stay right where you are.”
Jeffrey cocked his head and a lock of his brown hair slipped free from the gel and made a comma on his wrinkled brow.
Had she made sense? She tried to form another word with her thick tongue, but she couldn’t get it to cooperate.
She resorted to sign language, raising her middle finger. Would he get the picture now? “Whatever.” He plopped back into his chair. “Just be careful.”
She swung to the side, banging her hip on the corner of the table, jostling all the empties. Putting her head down, she made a beeline for the door.
Once outside, she gulped in breaths of the cold air but couldn’t seem to revive herself. Walking should help. She put one foot in front of the other and weaved down the sidewalk. Oncoming pedestrians gave her a wide berth, and a few made jokes.
Oh, God. Was she a joke? A drunk joke? She placed a hand flat against the side of a building and closed her eyes.
She hadn’t been this drunk since college days, and she didn’t intend to make the same stupid mistakes she’d made back then.
She shoved a hand into the pocket of her leather moto jacket and fumbled for her phone. Jeffrey had been right about one thing—she should call a taxi.
After she pulled the phone from her jacket, it slipped from her hand and bounced twice on the sidewalk before landing in the gutter.
She dropped to a crouch and stuck her hand over the curb to feel for the phone. The effort proved too much for her and she fell over onto her side.
Good thing her son couldn’t see her now, passed out like a wino in the gutter.
She flexed her fingers toward her phone but lead weights had been attached to their tips—and her eyelids. DC Metro would pick her up and she’d lose her job for sure.
“Sue? Sue? You’re coming with me now.”
An arm curled around her shoulders and pulled her upright. Jeffrey. He’d followed her out to finish what he’d started.
She arched her back, but her gelatinous spine sabotaged the act and she collapsed against Jeffrey’s chest.
He had her.
“It’s all right. I’m taking you to my hotel.”
Her lips parted and she uttered a protest, but just like everything in her life lately, the situation had already spiraled out of her control.
Her mind screamed resistance, but her body had already succumbed.
* * *
SUE STRETCHED HER limbs and rubbed her eyes, the silky, soft sheets falling from her shoulders. Then the memories from the night before tumbled through her mind in a kaleidoscope of images.
She bolted upright against the king-size bed’s headboard, yanking the sheets to her chin to cover her naked body.
Had Jeffrey raped and abandoned her at the hotel? Was his name even Jeffrey?
The bathroom door crashed open and a large man stopped cold on the threshold. “God, you look beautiful even after the night you had.”
Sue’s mouth dropped open as she took in the man at the bathroom door, towel hanging precariously low on a pair of slim hips.
The man she’d betrayed and who still haunted her dreams...and it sure as hell wasn’t Jeffrey.
Chapter Two
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