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phone on his desk, punched a button on the keypad, and pressed the receiver to his ear. “Is Marcus Jackson still in debrief?” There was silence as the person on the other end replied. “He left?” Folsom asked, thumping his fist on the desk. “When?”
    Fuck… Jackson had a target on his back and didn’t even know it. He didn’t have the capability to fight back if Moltke tried to take him out.
    “He’s gone home,” Mercy said to me. “His wife and kids…”
    “He left the building about fifteen minutes ago,” Folsom said, slamming the receiver back into place.
    Standing, I straightened my jacket, and Mercy did the same. “We’re on it.”
    “His family?” Mercy asked as we backed toward the door.
    “Get them to a safe location, and I’ll be in contact with your protocol,” Folsom stated. “They’ll be placed in protective custody until this is all over.”
    Ushering Mercy out the door, I had to grimace at the predicament Jackson now found himself in. Of all the ways for his family to find out he worked for the government, this had to be the worst.
    That’s if Moltke didn’t get to them first.

Chapter 5

Mercy
    I held on for dear life as X tore through the streets of London, his inconspicuous muscle car roaring past slow-moving buses. When I said inconspicuous, I was being sarcastic. That thing purred like a motherfucker.
    “Do you really think Moltke’s going after Jackson so soon?” I asked. “It’s rather quick off the mark.”
    “If he were watching his fireworks display, then yes,” X said as he wove in and out of traffic, blasting his horn at a lorry that almost cut us off. “We have to assume he knows we got clear and act accordingly.”
    “Did Lorelei get away without being seen?”
    “Yes. She’ll be fine at the cottage.”
    I kept forgetting she was basically the female version of X. She had the same skill set and affinity with death. She’d be perfectly fine once she got her strength back.
    “Was she okay to drive?” I asked, thinking about the long stretch through the moors to the cottage. “I mean, shit. She was out of it.”
    “She has to be okay,” X replied, taking the fork in the road that led to the North London suburbs. “It’s part of our training. Pain is nothing but a tool that can be used as either an advantage or a disadvantage.”
    “So she’ll get there in one piece?”
    “Yes.”
    I raised my eyebrow but didn’t question him further. Whatever Lorelei chose to do after this was up to her. It was no longer any of our business. Moltke was our problem since we’d unknowingly gotten into bed with a treasonous asshole. If we sought revenge on every fucker who looked at us the wrong way or did bad by us, we’d have a long list to bump off.
    “What Tube station did you say Jackson got off at?” X asked.
    “Manor House.” I tried calling Jackson’s phone again, but it went straight to voicemail. He’d still be underground and oblivious if he’d left when Folsom said he did.
    We got stuck at a set of traffic lights at the crossroads by the Tube station, and when we were able to move again, we drove by but couldn’t see a trace of him. It was possible he’d taken a bus the rest of the way, and we’d missed him while we were stuck behind the line of cars waiting for the light change. I guided X to the street where Jackson lived, rows of almost identical houses flashing past.
    “ There! ” I cried, pointing to where Jackson was walking down the footpath toward home.
    As the car screeched to a halt, I threw open the door and launched myself out onto the footpath. Jackson turned at the sound and did a double take when he saw me rushing toward him, my boots pounding on the pavers.
    “ Jackson! ” I exclaimed.
    He looked totally bewildered. “Miss Reid?”
    My gaze hit a red laser dot on Jackson’s chest, and I sprang into action.
    Sniper!
    I lunged, pushing him out of the way, and we were falling. I felt a bullet tear through my jacket, narrowly