Part of me wanted to say yes. To get on a plane, dig into the intel, and find a way in. But the bigger, louder part of me knew I wasn’t prepared to lead a team. I’d proven that resoundingly. And there was another smaller, barely audible part that was getting tired of shitty motels and endless hours of surveillance. The one that carried the mantle of guilt and frustration for an op gone wrong. The one that might be losing her edge.
