I give him a hard look. “I don’t think so. If you want to talk, we’re going to do it right here.”

Frank studies me, likely wondering how much he can push me, and I see the exact moment he decides not to annoy me further.

“All right.” He climbs out of the car, his gray suit stretching across his round stomach. “If you don’t mind the nosy neighbors, sure.”

I scope out our surroundings with a practiced glance. Unfortunately, he’s right. There’s already a curtain twitching across the street.

We’re beginning to attract attention.

“There is a small park around the block,” I say, reaching a decision. “Why don’t we walk in that direction? You have exactly fifteen minutes.”

Frank nods, and the black Lincoln pulls away, likely to circle the block. I have no doubt there is additional security staying out of sight, just like my men. There is no way the CIA would leave one of their own with me without protection.

“All right, talk,” I say as we start in the direction of the park. I gesture for Lucas to follow at some distance. “Why are you here?”

“The better question is: why are you?” Frank’s voice is edged with frustration. “Do you know how much trouble your presence is causing us? The FBI knows you’re in their jurisdiction, and they’re going apeshit—”

“I thought you took care of that.”

“I did, but Wilson refuses to let it drop. He and Bosovsky are sniffing around, trying to dig up a cover-up. It’s a fucking mess, and your visit isn’t helping.”

“How is this my problem?”

“We don’t want you in this country, Esguerra,” Frank says as we round the corner. “You have no reason to be here.”

“No?” I quirk an eyebrow. “My wife’s parents are here.”

“Your wife?” Frank snorts. “You mean that eighteen-year-old you kidnapped?”

Nora is twenty now—or will be in a couple of days—but I don’t correct him. Her age is hardly the main issue. “That’s the one,” I say coolly. “As you know full well, since you dragged me from dinner with her parents… my in-laws.”

Frank gives me an incredulous stare. “Are you fucking serious? Where do you get the balls to look these people in the eye? You abducted their daughter—”

“Who is now my wife.” My tone sharpens. “My relationship with her parents is none of your fucking business, so stay out of it.”

“I will—if you stay out of this country.” Frank stops, breathing heavily from keeping up with my longer stride. “I’m not kidding about this, Esguerra. We can delete files and records, but we can’t erase people. Not in this matter.”

“You’re telling me the CIA can’t silence two nosy FBI agents?” I give him a cold look. “Because if they’re the only issue—”

“They’re not,” Frank interrupts, quickly realizing where I’m going with this. “It’s not just the FBI, Esguerra.” He reaches up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “There are higher-ups who are nervous about your presence here. They don’t know what to expect.”