“Mila, it’s Special Agent Portnoy,” he said. “Can you get up?” I opened my mouth to respond, but pain ricocheted through my head. He was FBI. That made sense. They really had shown up. My intel was right all along. But where was Jude? “Let me help you.” He held out a hand. “I’ll get you to safety. You’re okay now.” With a slight nod that made my head spin, I reached for his hand and tried to sit up. As I was working up the strength to pull myself to standing, my hand still locked in his, the sleeve of his uniform shirt shifted. On his wrist, wrapping around the outside of his right hand, was a
...more
I KNEW IT!!!!!!! Fucking asshat! 🖕🏻
