Furious

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Foile was exhausted.

Around him, his team was asleep, Leslie curled up beside her desk, Mahomet with his head down on his desk. His boss had retreated to her own office and was likely asleep on its couch.

There was a sofa in Foile’s office. At the moment, it looked pretty inviting.

From the drone overflight he’d ordered, they’d heard not a word. Had the Prime Minister balked at using military assets to hunt for his daughter? Foile was not about to make a phone call. If it happened, it happened. If not, well, maybe the Prime Minister wasn’t as worried as he’d sounded yesterday. No, day before yesterday, and soon yet another day more.

Foile was way behind on sleep, but as he settled down on the sofa, he had to wonder: just who would Billy Longknife be afraid of for his daughter? Who on Wardhaven would even think of killing Kris Longknife?

It hadn’t been too long ago when it was in all the media how she’d saved all their hides when those strange battleships showed up demanding the planet surrender.

Boy, talk about your political failure there.

Everyone on this planet owed the princess their life. So who might kill her?

Foile got comfortable on his sofa. His mind was spinning with questions. How many of them did he really need to answer?

Then he sat bolt upright.

If he knew who Billy Longknife feared would kill his daughter, Foile would know where he needed to deploy his police assets. Get between her and whoever it was.

He shook his head and settled back onto his sofa. Billy Longknife hadn’t told him anything when he assigned Foile this case. Nothing had changed to make him reveal more about his wayward daughter now.

Foile regulated his breathing. Tomorrow would be another day. Likely another very busy day.