“No. Now that we’ve made contact, we’ll meet up about two blocks from here. Just follow me.”

Hunter did as she instructed, and they walked in silence until they reached the rendezvous point, where a gray SUV with tinted windows was waiting.

“Get in,” one of the men told her.

She must have gotten through to Frank for him to send a three-man team to extract them. She jumped in the back seat and slid over for Hunter to get in. The last man, the one who had spoken to her, got in and hopped over their seats into the third row of the Durango.

“I’m Sawyer,” he said. “And that’s Ace and Dax up front. Do you think you were followed here?”

She shook her head. “No. I think we were able to shake them on the Metro.”

The tall blond nodded and then turned to Hunter. “You dumped your car?”

“Yeah, near the Clarendon stop. I think it has a GPS device on it somewhere.”

Sawyer looked over his shoulder and then back at them. “We’ll have it picked up and cleaned and taken to the new safe house. We can’t take a chance that the cartel knows the original location, since Hunter’s vehicle was there.”

“I don’t know when they put on the device,” Hunter said.

“Another reason we have to be cautious.” Sawyer’s light brown eyes focused on her. “I read your file—or at least what they were willing to give me.”

She could only imagine what that contained. “Did they tell you about the investigation?”

“Yeah,” Sawyer said. “Seems like you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of trouble.” He smiled.

His reaction let her know that he didn’t really think she was guilty, and she wanted to reiterate that. “I haven’t done anything wrong. Someone is trying to set me up.”

Sawyer chuckled. “For an analyst, you sure do have a lot of problems.”

“Tell me about it,” she muttered.

Sawyer leaned forward. “But that’s the thing, right? Your personnel file has you working in the DA, but that doesn’t line up.”

“I am an analyst. I want to be an analyst.” Maybe if she said it enough, someone would finally listen.

“But the Agency has other thoughts on her career,” Hunter piped up.

“They have a way of finding people’s talents and putting them in the right place,” Sawyer said. “Maybe you should just go with it and see what happens.”

She threw up her hands. “This happens. I’ve got the cartel breathing down my neck, one team member dead, and a warrantless IG investigation.”

Sawyer settled back in his seat. “I’ll give you that.”

“So what’s the Agency’s plan to keep Layla safe from Mejía’s people?” Hunter asked.