Chapter 5

“I’m with the FBI. I’m working with the Joint Terrorist Task Force.”

That would do it. “Wow. That’s great.” Noah felt an emptiness in his chest. A sense of longing that he’d never fulfill. His days of fighting the really bad people of the world were over.

Noah let the quiet sit for too long, and Mason was back asking questions. “What are you up to now?”

More of what Noah had been dreading. “I’m not too sure. Still looking at my options. I’ve only been out three months. Had a few things I needed to take care of, and now I’m actually scheduled to catch a containership traveling to Africa. I’m part of the security detail.” His cheeks warmed. He was a glorified babysitter.

“That sounds cool.”

“I guess.” Not. “We’ll see.” Noah took a sip of his drink.

“What are you doing in New York?” Mason asked.

“Layover.”

“Where’s your final destination?” Mason was like a sniper with his target in his sights. He wouldn’t let up on the trigger.