Chapter 225

MARCO STEERED THE OLD pick-up truck out of Denver and headed west toward the Utah border.

He'd really fucked it up this time. One way or another, he was going to pay for this. Helping Fiona appeased his conscience. A little. If Ghost could figure out who'd hired Scott and why,and removed all traces of the spyware, they could feasibly steal what Scott had already stolen, and Fiona would never be the wiser.

Except he had to lie to her face. Keep her mind off what was going on. And that was the hard part. He could do it. But he didn't like to. He'd wound up on more covert gigs than he wanted to in the SEALs. He'd faced down some bad motherfuckers in those days. Fiona was an innocent and that changed the game.

This was a shitstorm.

He should turn the truck around now, come clean, bring in the cops, and let the chips fall where they may.