Chapter 222

FIONA PULLED APART THE transmitter, laying its internal components on her desk. It wasn't the cheapest piece of equipment, but it wasn't highly sophisticated either. Easy to operate, easy to fix-this was a workhorse device. Something someone used. A lot.

Were the U.S. Marshalls watching her? Observing her activity? Was this part of their security? She knew they weren't telling her everything, that they were very active on the fringes of her life. They wanted Nova, still, after all these years, for reasons she didn't understand, and the best way to find him was through her. Which was why she needed to be the one to reconfigure the transmitter. If Marco's friends did it, if they figured out what was going on...

Nope.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Marco asked.

"Hush." She wasn't about to explain herself to him. She couldn't. There was no way to explain why an executive administrative assistant had any reason to know how to do this.