My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

return. Rock and his team were waiting in a black van down the street. They looked grim.

“You broke protocol, Nightingale,” Rock said, his voice low.

“I ended the surveillance,” I countered. “But I got you what you need. His handler’s name is Ivan Koslov. He’s ex-SVR. Hiding in plain sight as a cultural attaché at the embassy. My father was his only continue reading …