Luca's POV

I watched the glass doors of the FBI field office like a hawk, waiting for something to happen. Though I hoped nothing else would happen other than her coming out of the office as alive as she entered.

I glanced down at my wristwatch while I tapped my finger on the steering wheel. She's been gone for ten minutes. Another five, she doesn't come out, and I am charging madly into that office to get her out, come fire, come hell.

And for one of the few times in my life, I was ...