Page 95 of Storm Warning

“Angie.” Veronica sounded thoughtful. “Are you talking about Angie Dodd?”

“Now Angie Whitmore, and yes, I am. Did you know her?”

The other operative was silent for a moment. “She’s dead?”

Tears burned her eyes. “Yes, along with her entire family.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I enjoyed working with Angie on various ops. Tell me how I can help you.”

“Do you remember an op that Angie and I worked together, one that had repercussions back at The Company, maybe affecting one or two people or a particular team or division?”

Veronica gave a huff of laughter. “Don’t ask for much, do you? You know, Riley, the only mission I can think of that meets your list of qualifications is Operation Black Veil.”

Riley froze. “How did you know about that operation? It was supposed to be off the grid.” This wasn’t good. Had the mission details leaked?

She blinked. The terrorist group had been destroyed. Hadn’t it?

“Angie told me late one night when she’d had too much to drink.”

Her mouth gaped. Angie was drunk? She’d never seen her old friend drink any alcohol in the two years that she’d lived in Homestead. What had driven her to pick up a bottle and drown her sorrows in liquor, then talk about a mission? “Is this mess happening because Angie spilled classified information?”

“Doubtful. You said they came after you three times in the past few days. Did Angie mention anyone targeting her?”

Riley’s heart sank. “No. Angie felt eyes on her, but no one made a move. Maybe they made the move on me first and planned to target Angie later.”

“That’s something you’ll have to decide. Who was your handler for this mission?”

The same man who had been her handler for every operation. “Nathan Berkley.”

“You should look into him as well as Obsidian Storm.”

Beside her, Andre stiffened. “I’ll do that. Anyone else I should put on the list?”

“Berkley’s second in command, Sam Cowan. There was something shifty about him whenever we crossed paths.” She paused. “I have to go. Good luck, Riley. I hope you’ll tell me how this problem turns out sometime.”

“Of course. Thanks for your help, Veronica.”

“It was little enough. You would have figured it out on your own. I may have shortened the timeline, but you did the hard work.”

“Be safe.”

“Same to you. Watch your back, my friend.” And she was gone.

Silence filled the room until Andre broke it a minute later. “Obsidian Storm?”

“You know who they are?”

“The CIA wasn’t the only group interested in the activities of Obsidian Storm.”

Her gaze shifted from Andre to Elias and back again. “The military, too?”

“They were a threat to the safety of American citizens. Someone higher than us sent our unit to stop the threat.”

Iona’s eyebrows rose. “When?”

Elias frowned. “Why does it matter?”

“Indulge me.”