Chapter 37

• He locks the door and gestures to the living room. “Back in DC. I was hoping to talk some sense into you.”
• I trail after him, and when he slumps into the plush leather sofa opposite me, I do the same, but perch on the edge of the seat. “Talk me out of working with your team, you mean?”
• He doesn’t deny it, just looks at the brick fireplace. “You have no idea what you’ll get yourself in for. What you and I did, it was a cakewalk compared to some of the jobs we do.”