Page 194 of Allegiance

It worked.

This was exactly why she shouldn’t be running this office. She was freaking insane.

Who in their right mind would think she could run the FBI?

Gabe.

That said it all.

Everyone knew that he was crazier than she was.

Apparently.

What wouldn’t she give for an interruption? Where were all the terrorists when you needed them? Couldn’t someone try to breech the White House lawn now? A crazy tourist who wanted a selfie with Olivia?

Maybe if she ordered a pizza…?

Well, those thoughts were all short-lived.

When Elizabeth got a call, there was no way she could answer it. She was still stuck in the middle of a meeting with the President, the DOJ, and a few other alphabet agencies that had way too much time on their hands.

Who did meetings this late on a Friday night? Did no one have a family but her? She had kids who were likely climbing the walls waiting for pizza.

When she sent the call to voicemail, she got a text right after.

Uh, that was suspicious, and in her world, suspicious meant one thing.

NEW.

ORLEANS.

Pulling up the text, she quickly scanned it, hoping it wasn’t someone on her team needing her help. The only thing that could make this worse, right now, was a serial killer.

Lordy, but her life was questionable.

‘Urgent. The Hunting trip was good. Listen to the voicemail or you’re coming to visit.’

Well, she had to take this. There was no way she was going back tonight to deal with who knew what?

No.

Freaking.

Way.

It was time to intervene.

“Excuse me, Gentlemen, I have an FBI issue. Give me a few minutes,” she said, walking out of the war room at the White House and hitting a spot in the hall where there was no one lingering.

Instead of listening, immediately, she called the number back to get the quicker version.

As soon as one of The Hunters answered the phone, she went there.

“Talk fast. I’m playing ‘kiss me fuck me’ with the pentagon, and those assholes get mean when you don’t pay attention to their every monotonous word.”

Jinx told her what went down.

“We got the journal, and we have the names of twenty-seven women, plus where they were sent.”