The news had not gone over well with anyone. I wasn’t the only one who despised Bachmann and everything he stood for.Had the order to back off from the operation come from Eckstrom before his death? If not, from whom? Carter?I had to work off some steam—if that was possible considering the circumstances.When I reached the yellow trip, I saw that my sister’s car was parked along the street. My sister rarely stopped by, so I wondered what was up.After I parked my Jeep, I jogged up the stairs to the second floor and found Rori sitting beside my door. Her face was tearstained and fear shot through my chest like an arrow.“What’s wrong?” Panic made me pull her up too fast when I held out my hand to help her to her feet. She teetered but I took her by her shoulders and balanced her. “Is it Mama? Is she all right?”“Mama’s fine.” Rori sniffled. “Everyone is fine.”Relief flooded me. “Then what’s wrong?”Rori shrugged. “Can we go inside?”“Oh. Right.” I dug the keys out of my pocket, careful not to move my shirt aside so that Rori wouldn’t see my Glock.I unlocked the door and held it open and she walked to the couch and plopped down on it while I closed the door behind us.
