“I risked my neck by giving Carter that intel at the safe house. And I risked my job.” Zoey turned toward Carter, his back once again to the room, a drink in hand. “But you’re right, no one stopped me from coming here, which leads me to believe that cocksucker Thatcher hoped things would play out this way. He most likely knew what I’d do even before I did. My suspension may have been calculated as well. I wouldn’t put anything past the CIA, or hell, my own boss.” “If Thatcher wants you here, it’s for his own benefit, that’s for damn sure,” Jesse spoke for the first time since Zoey’s arrival.
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