you just called yourself an asset. You’re not an operations officer, are you? You’re something else.” Court gave a little nod as his eyes searched the area for trouble. “I am something else.” Angela took a couple of shallow breaths. “I’ve heard rumors about men working as contract killers for Langley. Sub rosa. Deep black. I . . . I always thought that bullshit spy thriller stuff was only in fiction.” “It is,” Court said. “Mostly. But there are a few guys like me.” He shrugged. His searching eyes suddenly locked on hers. “And we’re filed in the nonfiction section.”
