Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.
IVY SUCKED DOWN AIR and stared off across the grass. That had sounded like the backfiring of a car amidst the chaos. But she couldn't be certain.
Had Piers made it to the car in time?
"What's going on?" Kelsey demanded. She still had her gun pressed to Zak's back.
Nasar didn't budge. He didn't say anything. He stood with his hands at his sides, completely still. He was possibly the only calm person there.
"Kelsey, Ivy!"
She whipped her head around and stared at Logan, flanked by Tucker and Jamie rushing toward them. They had on blue windbreakers with FBI emblazoned on the chest in bright yellow. Ivy eyed them warily.
The two CIA agents who'd tried to kill her and Piers were still out there somewhere.
"What's going on?" she asked, needing to know something.
Had anyone heard from or seen Piers? Where was he?
Logan glanced from Kelsey to her and back to Kelsey.
"Logan," Ivy snapped.