As she walked under one of the streetlights just outside the dorm entrance, she glanced at the business card he’d given her. It had his personal cell number on the back. He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want her to call him.

Of course, she wouldn’t. She had way too much emotional baggage at the moment. And he lived in a totally different state.

She carefully slid his business card into her purse and two people suddenly stepped out of the shadows near the dorm entrance. Kathy barely held back a scream of surprise.

“Katherine O’Reilly?”

Kathy froze mid-step and stared wide-eyed as the man brandished a badge with a printed ID held at arm’s length. He and his companion were both wearing business attire, which stuck out like a sore thumb on a school campus.

“Excuse me, but are you Katherine O’Reilly?” he repeated.

Kathy nodded, though she readied herself just in case she had to sprint to the dorm’s entrance.

“Ma’am, I’m Special Agent Carrington with the FBI.” The man motioned to his right. “This is Special Agent Ragheb. I believe you were involved in an incident about four months ago that we’d like to ask you some questions about.”

Chapter Ten

Nate walked into Jeff’s office, but his supervisor was on the phone. Jeff mouthed “One minute” and motioned for him to sit.

As Nate settled into the leather chair, waiting for Jeff to finish, he looked around the room. His eyes were drawn to a US Army poster from Jeff’s old division. The motto “Do what has to be done” was emblazoned on it in red letters.

Jeff, Nate knew, had spent twenty years in the Army’s equivalent of the Criminal Investigation Division. Having spent nearly a decade in the Army himself, Nate understood the pride Jeff had for his brothers in arms. It was probably why the two of them got along as well as they did. They had a mutual respect and understanding. Similar roots.

Jeff finished his phone call and hung up. “Thanks for coming in, Nate. I’ve got some bad news to share with you, and figured it would be better to do it face to face.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“You shouldn’t. I’ll start with my attempt to get surveillance established on German intelligence. In short, it was denied by the FISA court.”

“What? I thought the FISA court was pretty much a rubber stamp for these kinds of things.”