“What’s wrong? Why are you back so soon?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I think she’s being tracked.”
His eyes narrowed. “By whom?”
“I don’t know. I recognize the scent, but it’s been so long, I can’t remember.”
“Where is she now?”
“At her house.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, sir.”
Growling, he slammed his fist on the desk. “How are you protecting her if you’re here and she’s there alone?”
Looking down, his eyes darted from side to side. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be sorry. Get back there and do your job.”