Wednesday. MI5 Safe House. Brighton, United Kingdom.
DIHA BLEW OUT A breath as Miles shut the front door behind the policemen. She sagged into the armchair, the tension leech out of her.
She'd never been the focus of a question-and-answer session with cops like that before. Her experience was always as an expert, advising and informing. It was unsettling to be on the other side. Doing it alone had made it worse.
They'd separated her and Miles from the very beginning.
She hadn't liked that.
Of course she understood the reasons why. They'd fled a crime scene. There had been shots fired, though she couldn't remember Miles shooting at the man. If he had, she'd missed it in the rush of everything else.
She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself.
Funny how tonight had gone from extreme highs to lows, one right after another.