Saturday November 8th, 4:20 AM.
I finally make it out into the yard, yelling for Leah.
The cop car isn't even for the safe house, somebody's house alarm went off, and the police had to come and…
"Agent Black." It's that woman, the she-devil, I've come to think of her.
"Surprised to see me? Alive and all?"
She smiles, thin lipped. "Get in the car."
I don't argue, I know I'm going to end up in this car.
"Where's Leah?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I'm going to the press with this. I'm—"
"No, you're not." And she doesn't even have the common courtesy to sound worried. "You're going back home. You're telling everyone you're job here was a bust. This never happened. Do you understand?"
She pulls up in front of his apartment.
"Here are tickets. You're plane leaves at 8:15. You have…four hours to pack and be gone. If you don't, there will be consequences. And not just for you. Do I make myself clear."
I look at her. "You people are no better. You're no better then Sam. And you sure as hell aren't better than Leah."