Chapter 58

For me, going shopping has always been an excellent method to keep a low profile, and today was no exception. I needed a reason to go back into the FBI office, which was a location that I had once considered to be my home. As I navigated my way through those well-known passageways, I couldn't help but experience a range of feelings. I detested the way it felt right now, and I loathed myself even more.

In the first place, this was way too dangerous; if Russo was watching me, this would be a terrible way to give myself away, but checking in at this point would have been way too late. I needed to reassure my superiors and let them know that I was working, so I communicated this to them. I had been pretending to be someone else for a number of months, and I was still not in the thick of things. I have to confess that I have been doing an outstanding job, even if it has been at the sacrifice of my personal feelings.

As I make my way through the deserted laundry, I go back to the days when