No Good Options by Alex Ander

Author:Alex Ander
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alex Ander
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Flying Across the Country

11 MAY—1:38 P.M. (LOCAL TIME)

ALEXANDRAI, VIRGINIA

U.S. MARSHALS SERVICE

DISTRICT HEADQUARTERS

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rising from her chair, Devlin rounded the corner of her desk, approached Randall, and jerked a thumb toward the doorway on his left. “What the hell is she doing here? She should be at home, resting and recuperating, not flying across the country.”

Dressed in dark navy Apex Pants from 5.11 Tactical, a short-length blue jean jacket that barely covered the Colt 1911 on her hip, and a white tank top, Faith Mahoney folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe on her right. She crossed her feet at the ankles and pointed the toe of a brown hiking boot, one identical to Devlin’s footwear—Merrell Moab 2 Mid hiking boots—toward the floor. “Huh.” Her eyebrows came together. “That wasn’t the soldier-returning-and-surprising-his-wife-in-the-kitchen kind of reception I was expecting.”

Back in Seattle, Randall had taken Faith home in Detective Harker’s Charger. Upon entering the apartment, she had spotted the blood stain on the carpet, done an about-face, and bent over in the hallway, a hand on her chest, her breaths coming in short gasps.

When her breathing had returned to normal, he then secured her permission to invade her privacy and pack an overnight bag. He had also grabbed a few articles of clothing for her to put on right away before driving her to a hotel where she had showered and taken a nap.

Awakening ninety minutes later, she had asked Randall to accompany her to the police station, where she had spent the next two hours giving a statement about her ordeal and talking with colleagues. Once she had collected her pistol from Harker, she had her escort take her back to the hotel, arriving around 6:30 p.m.

An hour later, having eaten dinner with Randall—he had ordered room service for them—Faith had retired to the bedroom after half asking, half imploring him not to leave her. Her mind envisioning the pitch-black cell she had been kept in for nearly three days, she had reluctantly shared with him her newfound aversion to being alone in the dark.

After assuring her that she would see him in the morning, Randall had watched twenty minutes of television before dragging an afghan from the back of the couch and drifting off to sleep with the TV still on.

Now, staring at Faith, Devlin was happy to see her sister, but mad that she was ‘seeing’ her sister. She came back to Randall.

“Hey,” he lifted hands in surrender, “I agreed to work with you to take down violent criminals...not to,” he whipped his finger back and forth from Devlin to Faith, “come between two feuding sisters.” He shook his head at the floor. “No. I’m afraid the CIA never quite got around to training me on how to handle something as dangerous as that.”

Faith inwardly smiled at the man playing both sides. “Oh, this is nowhere near us feuding with each other. Isn’t that right, Jess?”

Devlin glimpsed Faith and faced Randall.

He eyed his miffed partner.

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