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Oh, Sheridan…

Before I can confront him, my phone rings. I yank it out so hard I nearly throw it across the SUV, and I exhale as I wait for the storm of my thoughts to settle. They don’t, and I’m left with a scraped-raw feeling, like I’ve carved myself out. My world is collapsing. Everywhere I look, everything I’ve relied on has shifted and changed into something else, and now I don’t know where to go or who I can trust.

And I don’t recognize the number blowing up my phone.

“Theriot.”

“Reese,” the voice on the phone says, “what the fuck have you done with Konstantin?”

“Anatoly.” I grip the steering wheel in my free hand. “Why did your agent break into a Secret Service agent’s home yesterday?”

He sighs, long and slow. “It seems we have a great deal to talk about, Reese. We must meet. Now. Away from both our governments.”