Thursday.
SKILTON LEANED BACK IN his chair and blew out a breath. "I understand. At least they served their purpose. Keep me updated."
He ended the call and set the phone back in the cradle.
It was a shame the Samaan cousins hadn't accomplished their end goal, but they had supplied the necessary noise.
What bothered Skilton was how fast the feds had caught up to them. That shouldn't be possible. Why hadn't he known? With the resources he had in place, he should be aware of every move they were making.
It was time to do something about this annoyance before it became a problem.
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Thursday. Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Seattle, Washington.
IVY WAS RELIEVED TO be headed home. Not that Seattle felt like home, but at least she had her own place there. The team with the Task Force had begun to avoid her, which irritated her. Zora had clearly written Ivy off now that she'd accomplished her task. There was nothing more for Ivy to do in DC.