Chapter One
Sunday, May 5, 7:05 p.m.
“I feel like we’re playing a twisted version of that board game Clue,” Ruby Toth said to her family as she examined the list of names her father had just sent to her encrypted-up-the-wazoo phone for the impossible job her parents wanted her to do. Dinner eaten and pushed aside, her parents and her brother, Nate, all sat around the dining room table in the house she and Nate rented.
They were also looking at the same list with a variety of expressions on their faces.
Her mother’s mouth was pinched with irritation, while her father’s eyes had tightened in concern. Nate would have looked bored if his fingers weren’t tapping out a complicated rhythm on the table.
“Only the murder weapons are bombs, bullets, and biological pathogens,” she continued. “And if this list is correct, everyone is a suspect.”
“That’s an oversimplification of the situation,” Nate said, frowning at her. He never was one to pass up the chance for an argument, and Ruby was in the mood to give him one. If only to vent her frustration.
“The problem with finding terrorists and or spies embedded in an organization is that they’re good at deflecting suspicion,” her mother said. She should know—her mother was an analyst for the NSA, while her dad headed up the organization. They ate suspicion for breakfast, skepticism for lunch, and distrust for dinner. “The FBI and Homeland Security have supplied some information on their people’s movements, but we don’t entirely trust it. There have been too many times the Outbreak Task Force’s movements were not only tracked but anticipated by Free America From Oppression.”
The FAFO had already killed dozens of people and tried to start more than one outbreak of a deadly disease. They’d also targeted the CDC’s Outbreak Task Force, injuring and killing people as a result.
“This list represents all the people with access to, or knowledge of, the CDC’s activities,” her mother continued. “We’re not expecting you to investigate them all, but we need you to take a closer look.”
“I’d already eliminated some of the people on this list,” she said. “Why are they back on it?”
“Because information is still getting out,” her father said as he leaned forward. “The longer it takes to uncover everyone feeding the FAFO information,” he continued, “the more likely it is that they’ll do significant damage to the country and everyone in it.”
“How do you know the FAFO is still active?”
“One of our assets in Africa let us know they have put out a call for mercenaries who might have a grudge with the United States. He doesn’t know if anyone responded, but that alone tells us they’re not only active, but planning something substantial.”
“There are always assholes out there with grudges against the United States,” Nate said. “It’s practically written into the Constitution.”
Spying might be the family business, but how would her coworkers react if they found out she was looking for a traitor among them? Especially her mentor and supervisor at her new job, Henry Lee.
Acid ate away at Ruby’s gut. “I hate this,” she muttered.
“Why?” her mother asked.
“Because I like my job. A lot.”
“Sweetheart, the only people who will be angry with you are the ones we’re trying to find.”
Ruby snorted. “Trust is a funny thing, Mother. I work with a few folks whose trust is hard to earn and impossible to repair if it’s broken.”
“Discovering a traitor in their midst would be doing them a service,” her dad said.
Ruby wanted to tear her hair out. “It’s not that cut-and-dried, Dad. Some of the people I work with were in the military, and they’ve got strong opinions about how a team is supposed to work.” Henry, in all his gruff, grumpy, gorgeous glory, was one of them. His team mentality was all for one and one for all. “My looking at them all as if they’re all guilty until proven innocent isn’t going to go over well.” If he found out he was on her list of suspects, she’d be on his shit list permanently.
“They won’t know you’re looking at them.” Her mother waved that argument away.
“They’re already hyperaware of everyone’s behavior, and we all know I’m not that good of an actress. They’ll figure it out.”
“You do get too attached to people,” her mother said with a sigh. “Empathy is a wonderful trait to have, but in moderation.”
“In moderation?” Irritation sharpened her tone. Sometimes she didn’t understand her family at all. “Like changing your diet so you eat less junk food?”
“That’s not what your mother meant,” her dad said with a roll of his eyes.
“I can’t just shut it off.”
Her mother gave her an encouraging smile. “Compartmentalize, dear, that’s all you need to do.”
“I’m no good at that, either. Maybe I just missed out on the sneaky gene.”
“Isn’t everyone at the CDC a little paranoid by now?” Nate asked. “I don’t think you’re going to stand out.”
Ruby sighed and briefly covered her face with both hands. “That’s probably true.” She looked at her brother and parents. “The stress is so thick I need a machete to cut my way through it to get from the door to my desk.” She studied her family, noting the determination on their faces. “What’s the plan if I find evidence of a traitor?”
Her father leaned forward again. “You call me,” he said in his dangerous voice.
There was only one answer she could give. “Yes, sir.”
…
Monday, May 6, 9:45 a.m.
The conference room was packed with people. CDC lab tech Ruby Toth stretched up on her tiptoes in the doorway in an effort to see around or over the sea of lab coats, but it didn’t help much. At just over five feet, she was too short. And while she often used her petite size to her advantage against an opponent in the dojo, it didn’t help her to see when she was at the back of a crowd.
The bodies in front of her shifted, and the drill sergeant, or DS, as he preferred to be called, surfaced out of the crowd like a scarred, grizzled great white shark. Ruby guessed he was in his fifties, and though he’d retired from the army a couple of years ago, his graying hair was buzz-cut short. His slightly shorter than average height, five foot eight, should have made him seem less threatening than taller men. It didn’t. She wasn’t sure if it was something in his eyes or the way he held himself, but one look told you messing with him would be a big mistake.