Page 193 of Allegiance

CLOSE.

Once out of the way, and clear, they called Maura.

“We’re safe,” she said, explaining what they set up. It didn’t take long. “No one will suspect he was offed.”

“Perfect. We’re going to be going into the bar shortly. Call the rest of the media and direct them to the Wilcox’s house. I want word to spread, and the cops to be tied up with this mess all night.”

Oh, they could do that.

Maura wasn’t done.

“In fact, play the recording for one of them and take credit as Z. We need to keep the cops and media busy. New Orleans is about to blow.”

They knew what that meant.

The bar…

It wasn’t going to be standing for long. And neither were the assholes in it.

Thankfully.

Chapter Fourteen

Washington, D.C.

The War Room

The White House

Top Secret Meeting

H er life was anything but easy, but then again, Elizabeth had signed on willingly to this position. Taking the job meant taking the work and responsibility that went with it, and she knew that she could handle it.

Why not?

Something was going to be the death of her, so why not spin the wheel and take a chance.

Her kids.

Her husbands.

Her job chasing crazies.

Why not add DC politics to the list to really make it spicy?

She was holding the FBI up, and her division, thanks to her incredible ability to multitask.

Oh, and with the help of her team.

Callen was picking up the slack in The Violent Crimes Unit, sending out teams, and interviewing potentially new people. As for Elizabeth, she was holding it together.

Somehow.

Now, she was in Hell, listening to the Joint Chiefs of Staff talking about something that pertained to the CIA, and not the FBI.

Only, they liked to add more red tape whenever possible.

Her idea was to just blow shit up.