'Booth seven is free,' the firearms supervisor informed her. What he wondered was where she would put her anger. He had no doubt she would give her best she always did. That will be all.'Īssistant Director Stewart Carlisle watched the tall, trim agent as she turned away, stiff with rage. 'This has nothing to do with you, Agent Roberts. 'Damn it, Stewart! You know I dont deserve this!' I suggest you review the available reports from the current commander before you leave for New York.' Ive been released from rehab, and Im done with the mandatory psych eval.' 'Is it the injury? Do they think Im not fit for active duty?' she demanded. She needed a field assignment - something that would consume her energy something that would exhaust her mind something that would obliterate her memories.

Except maybe bury her in a bullshit detail like this. There wasnt a thing anyone could do to her that could hurt her any longer. She was skirting the edge of insubordination. Any rookie could do it,' she seethed through clenched teeth. 'Its a goddamned baby-sitting assignment. They think youre the best one to head up the detail. 'Youve been selected by the Security committee. What everyone wanted was to get on with business as usual, and it was his job to see that that happened. Because she wasnt talking, and no one really wanted her to. No one had ever known the whole story, and now they never would. It told the crucial facts, and none of the story. The folder on his desk held her service record. She stared at him in thinly disguised challenge, the anger simmering very near the surface. She was thinner than the last time he had seen her, and there was a new hardness in her dark eyes. 'With all due respect, sir, I am a senior agent, and I should have some say regarding my assignments.' Assigned to guard the President's daughter, a secret service agent finds duty warring with desire.

Above all honor by radclyffe