This was the intoxicating thing about spycraft, the moments where instinct and foresight came together, the moments when—Haki recalled the words of a mentor—you stood in a dark hallway seeking a door to somewhere new. You might not know how many doors there were or where exactly to find them or even where they would lead you, but your mastery of the craft would guide you. An hour before, she couldn’t have said what door she’d expected the senator to open. But now she was close and knew what she hoped to accomplish.
