As asked I'm posting the next chapter. I must warn you I am not sure where this is going, the only thing I know after this is the end of the story, but I can continue if you want me to…
Sterling heard the door lock behind him and slowly walked away, there was a part of him that wanted to stay with her, a part of him that wanted to make sure she was going to be fine yet there was a part of him that want to run away to as far as possible. Spencer would be home soon and she'd tell him what had happened and James knew the retrieval specialist would come for him... He still didn't how to answer his questions.
He filled himself a glass of scotch and stared at his reflection the mirror, he had lingered on the past couple of days, fighting with himself to do the best thing. Poorly this time the best thing wasn't the right one and that was destroying him, to know he was shattering the team's lives...
He picked up his phone and dialled the number, it beeped three times before a man answered, and it was a man he knew very well, even better than himself.
-Sterling, did you do it?
-Yes, I handed her the wallet and told her you were dead. What do I do now? - He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down.
-You wait, James, that's what you do and... please make sure they survive this...
He hung up leaving James alone with his own thoughts...