Chapter 92: Samuel, Yvonne

Friday. Chevy Chase, MD.

"WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE did they go?" Samuel pounded his fist on the dash.

Everything had gone perfectly.

They'd arrived, spent an hour confirming their information about the property, then it was go time. By all accounts they should have taken the family unaware and with no security presence to speak of inside the home.

Now Samuel was down at least four men. Six hadn't made it back to the vehicles before they'd left to try following the targets.

This was supposed to have been easy clean-up. He was supposed to be enjoying this new chapter of his life. Instead he was rushing around a country he hated trying to squash bugs.

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Friday. Safe House, Huntington Terrace, MD.

YVONNE'S HEAD SPUN. HER knee had stopped bleeding, but the cut on her left arm still oozed blood. She stared down at the slowly seeping wound soaking her robe, the voices in the SUV melding together.

How had she gotten that cut?

She couldn't remember.

Everything h