Savich closed the door, gestured Olivia to a seat. She sat next to him, a big cookie made with Splenda in her hand. “I didn’t come alone. Agent Gaylin, my shadow, is waiting outside, didn’t want to come into the Hoover Building, said he didn’t want to take a chance of being shanghaied.”

Savich laughed. “Tell me how you’re feeling, Olivia.”

She grinned at him. “Honestly? A bit on edge, even with Gay as my second coat. Andi Creamer—one of my teammates—called me last night, and no, she didn’t tell me where she’s staying, a big no-no. Mr. Grace told her to stay out of sight and keep her whereabouts to herself.”

“You have no idea where Creamer is staying?”

“They told her not to say, even to me. She promised if she gets into trouble or feels unsafe, she’ll come to the safe house.”

Even though Savich already knew most everything that could be known about Agent Andi Creamer, he wanted Olivia’s take. He said, “That’s smart. Tell me about Andi.”

“She and I trained together at the Farm, so I’ve known her for a long time. We’ve been on maybe a dozen missions together, had each other’s backs, but to be honest, she’s something of a loner, prefers to depend only on herself. Her father abandoned her and her mother and so she grew up very fast, she told me, learned early how to take charge, so it’s like her not to want to come stay with me. She likes to be in control if she can, but she’s worried about what’s going on, and about Mike, of course.”

“So how does that mesh with her being a team member?”

“I don’t mean she doesn’t function well on a team, she does. What’s critical on a mission is that every team member trusts every other, and we do.” Olivia paused, took another nibble of her cookie, gave him a lopsided grin. “I guess you could say we all love to push the boundaries some, but we know we need each other to survive.”

Savich liked Olivia Hildebrandt. She was tough, she was smart and incisive, she had a sense of humor, not easy with the nail-biting career she’d chosen. “All right. What about the fourth team member, Higgs.”

She took a bite out of the cookie, hummed it was so good. “I haven’t been able to get ahold of Tim; he doesn’t answer his cell. Andi told me Grace told her Higgs was headed to Canada on his motorcycle. I think he’s really smart to get out of Dodge.” She shrugged. “Mr. Grace probably told him to leave, too.”

“So you don’t think Higgs is in any danger?”

“Not now, he isn’t. No one could find him. Higgs is a master at staying off the grid.”