Jacqueline made a sour face. “You mean to keep an eye on me. I hate having someone watching over my shoulder.”

“We're both in the industry, spying is what we do.” Emily replied.

“I'd rather be the spy-er than the spy-ee.”

Emily cocked an eye at her phr…

Jacqueline signaled the bartender for another mojito. “It's not obvious to me.”

“Since your attack on Isla Quiribi, F.A.C.E. has split and some enterprising splinters are exploring a kind of freedom that didn't exist under Dr. Whitman.”

“You need me to …