for Vengeance ELEVEN Check out all the amazing clothes we acquired during this mission,” Caylin said to Jo. “I can’t wait to wear these duds back in the States.” “Maybe I’ll change my image,” Theresa added brightly. “I’ll turn in my khakis for a dressy evening gown.” Jo shrugged. “You can have my stuff. I don’t feel like dealing with the whole packing thing.” Caylin exchanged a glance with Theresa. This was not the Jo they knew and loved. But nothing they said or did seemed to be helping to bring her out of her funk. And they had said and done just about everything. The girls had come straight back to HQ after the interrogation, and they had spent the last hour trying to cheer up Jo while they got ready to head back to the United States. Unfortunately, nothing was working. “Mind if I come in?” Danielle was standing at the door of Jo’s room, looking more maternal than usual. “Please do.” Caylin hoped Danielle had the magic words because she and Theresa were crashing and burning over and over again.
