had all seemed best at the time.
It had seemed the safest for those who counted most.
But people had a way of growing up and making their own choices, even if they didn’t understand the truth. Tobias had no doubt that Ryker had manipulated everyone to suit his own purposes. No one did manipulation like Lloyd Ryker.
Now Tobias was trapped. It was too late to go back, too late for explanations or amends.
Too late for everything that mattered.
He stared at the photos on his desk for a very long time. Then his head fell, braced on his hands in the empty room that was the only home he had allowed himself since he’d left the government.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TRACE WASN’T SURE what a cruise ship security office was supposed to look like. He didn’t have a clue what to expect of his contact on board, either.
The man was probably overweight, fiftyish and an ex-Marine with delusions of operational grandeur. Probably read Soldier of Fortune religiously.
A balding, middle-aged man in a brown uniform walked out of the Security office.
Figured.
Trace frowned at him. “Are you the security chief?”
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