Rolling onto her back, she flattened her hand on the bed beside her and realized she was alone. Blinking open her eyes, the room was covered in complete darkness, save for the dim light streaming through the slightly ajar door. The low rumble of male conversation carried from the living room. “How is she?” Mitchell said. Austin’s voice held a note of concern, making her frown. “Getting some much needed sleep. She’s exhausted.” Pulling up the covers to her chin, she settled back against the warm sheets. Sleep beckoned, but she didn’t want to lie there alone. The nightmares stood in the shadows, waiting. “She agreed to give us everything she knows,” Mitchell said. “Good job, Agent Rose.” Her eyes popped open. Agent? Austin told her he wasn’t a D.I.R.E. agent. Did he work for another agency? The FBI? CIA? “Thanks, Mitchell.
