Publisher's Synopsis
The plane had barely touched the tarmac at Heathrow before Milt felt the weight return-the kind that had settled deep in his chest ever since Spokane.
Different country. Same tension.
He gripped Jane's hand as they descended the stairs onto the wet London runway. She squeezed back, offering him a smile-tired, but strong. Always strong.
She hadn't asked for any of this. He never wanted her in the middle of it. But when he told her everything-about Z, the Russians, the flash drive-she hadn't flinched.
Instead, she packed a bag and said, "If they want you in the dark, they'll have to take me too."
