My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

building that didn’t officially exist. We were in a secure briefing room within minutes. The air was cold and smelled of stale coffee.

For the next hour, I became Operator Nightingale, my call sign. I wasn’t Clare Whitmore, the disgraced daughter. I was a senior field agent analyzing a hostile asset.

Asset name: Robert Whitmore.
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