Misery
Duncan Maggiano was in agony. Maybe a better word would be misery.
He was sitting in a government detainment cell being interrogated about a possible threat to national security. They believed that an enemy spy had successfully insinuated herself into the Unites States Secret Service, FBI, CIA and maybe even further than that.
It was of utmost importance that they discover her identity and possibly eliminate her. There was one issue. A major issue actually. They had no idea who she was. No name. No history. No pictures. She left behind no trails. They weren't even sure if she was a she. Hell, she could be man for all they knew. She could be both.
None of the survivors, enemies, informants, or agents that they had questioned could tell them anything. Nothing at all. Too much was at stake. Too much compromised. And too many had been killed before they could say anything. Nobody knew her.
Except one person. Duncan Maggiano might have been the only person alive who could give them any information at all on her.
There was just one problem.
He wasn't talking. Maybe he didn't know anything. Maybe he was just being obstinate. They had no idea. The point was that they couldn't use deadly force. They couldn't lose the one witness they had to the greatest threat to U.S. security to date.
Duncan Maggiano himself was at a stalemate. Talk to the government agents and save his own ass or blab about the woman who he was pretty sure he was in love with. The woman who could quite possibly be an enemy spy out to bring anarchy and destruction to the nation he currently lived in.
Quite the quandary wasn't it? Heck, he probably wouldn't even know that word if it wasn't for her.
He wasn't even sure if he knew who she really was. Everything about her could be a lie. Everything she told him was probably a lie.
She might not have even loved him.
She probably could've already fled the country, leaving him to the mercy of the government.
Most people would probably have been freaking out right now, Duncan wasn't most people. At the moment he was too busy trying to puzzle out the enigma of the woman who had strutted into his life and turned everything upside down.
No address, no working numbers. No picture. No traceable email.
It was hard to believe that walking into some chick at a Starbucks would lead him so far down the rabbit hole, but it had.
He knew one thing. Just a name.
Courtney Fey.
