Two Weeks Later. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.
KELSEY FROWNED AT HER PHONE.
She could get Ivy to reply to texts all day long, but a simple phone call?
Something was up. She was worried about Ivy and the effect of undercover work on someone untrained. What was worse, Kelsey seemed to be the only one worried about Ivy.
What was the point of Kelsey being here if these people weren't going to use her?
Joining the Task Force had been an accident, pure and simple. Her investigation into a terrorist kidnapper had crossed paths with Logan's team. Kelsey and her two FBI handlers had been absorbed. But she didn't really do anything.
Maybe she should take some time. Get away from all this.
She slid her phone back into her pocket. In half an hour or whatever Ivy would text that she'd set her phone down or something and was sorry she'd missed the call.
Bullshit.
Kelsey had tried calling right after getting those messages and Ivy still wouldn't answer.