Kapitel 291: Chapter 291: Nadine, Logan

Monday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.

NADINE BAKER HAD LEARNED a long time ago that she could trust no one. She'd learned that lesson from her first husband, then again from her second partner at the CIA. Every few years in her twenties and thirties, it seemed she'd had to relearn the lesson.

Somewhere along the way, she'd finally gotten it right.

Right about now that beady eyed little bastard would be swinging by her office to help her escape. Only, she wasn't waiting for him.

She boosted herself up onto the water tank of the toilet against the wall in the ladies' bathroom. The small window was just eighteen by eighteen inches. She'd measured it early on and had taken the time staying late a few times to create her own exit.

There were regrets. She didn't like what she'd been forced to do. Part of her genuinely liked these people. The moments when she'd been able to forget what she was really doing. Those were happy memories. But they were lies.