She checked her wrist display. What next? Red’s question about what she was doing here had struck a nerve. He’d been right—weren’t cops supposed to look after their own? What was the point of being one otherwise? Since their jacking, her whole mission had been compromised by the leaden weight of keeping her job. When had she changed so much? As a runner, a Marine, the lives of her team members meant as much as her own. She’d risked herself over and again to save her family; now she was looking for a pay cheque to heal her ribs, cover the rent, rather than to save her partner. What if Mike had obeyed orders and left her the countless times she’d screwed up?