And I’ll damn well be worth the second chance that he’s giving me.
He’d prove himself to Cooper. After all, he’d never failed a mission. I won’t fail him.
A knock sounded at his door. “Mercer,” Judith called.
Judith hated using the intercom. It wasn’t personal enough for her.
She opened the door and poked her head inside. “Dylan Foxx is here to see you.” A pause, then, “He has an appointment.”
Mercer inclined his head. “Send him in.”
She turned away.
Speaking of missions...
Dylan Foxx stalked inside Mercer’s office. One glance and Mercer knew Dylan was different. Rachel’s attack had changed the man, just as Mercer had feared.
The news Mercer was about to give him wasn’t going to help the situation. In fact, it might just push Foxx over the edge.
Mercer motioned to the seat before him. “I’m afraid we have a problem,” he said, as Dylan sat down.
Dylan stared back at him.
“It’s seems Rachel Mancini’s past isn’t dead.”
The agent turned to stone before him.
“And if we don’t act to permanently bury that past, I’m afraid that Mancini will find herself in the crosshairs of a killer once more.”
A muscle jerked along Dylan’s jaw. “Tell me what I have to do.”
Yes, that had rather been the response that Mercer expected.
He leaned forward and got to work.
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