History didn’t even cut it. We were bound in ways I’d never understood. “No shit, Sherlock. Is it going to be a liability? Because your replacement should be up and about in a few days, and you can be on your way to the Maldives.” “I’m processing.” I hadn’t even given my little prepaid overwater bungalow a thought since Izzy had stepped onto the tarmac. I glanced at Torres. “Why are you looking at me like I have anything to say that you don’t already know?”
