"Get the work done, Jared, or else you have no use staying here." He hung up and turned his attention to me.
He was still the same. His features still strong, but he seemed bolder, more powerful. Now that I looked closer into his face, his gray eyes had a hint of blue in them that made him look predatory; his ashen face, lips pressed in a thin line, and the way he combed his hair made me fidget.
It might have just been a reaction to what seemed like the most important mission of my life, but I knew that there was more to this.
I was finally coming face to face with the man who killed my mother. He'd had the audacity to put her down when she was just like me: the top of her batch, the one capable of completing any mission thrown her way, the one who every other agent looked up to. But no, this scumbag had killed her. And this very fact shook me. My nervousness ran deeper than I could comprehend. I feared the man in front of me.
