ARRAN’S POV

“I have become whipped,” I muttered to myself as I followed Maurice while he walked into the CIA building after getting out of the cab. I watched him cross the road from the opposite building sipping coffee and biting into a bun. I followed him until he entered the forensic lab and then turned back to the director's office which I shared with Vance.

Walking to the office window I stared out at the thick fog that was still visible even though the sun's ...