Cease Fire. Janie Crouch

the picture of a woman, also wearing a dress, also tied to a chair, also with a sack over her head.

      “What the hell?” Roman said. The rest of the team rushed over.

      “So glad you could defeat one single perpetrator.”

      Curses flooded the training center as the team watched Damien Freihof come into view on the screen.

      “You have such a difficult time catching me, I thought we better see if you could catch a single bad guy in the simulator.” Freihof smiled for the camera.

      “Where is he?” Roman muttered to the team.

      “Not here, that’s for sure,” Lillian returned. “That’s a real office, not the simulator.”

      Freihof’s face took up the entire screen once again. “Before we continue, let’s make sure we have everybody at Omega on board.”

      A few seconds later, Roman felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket. He grabbed it, only to see Freihof’s picture come up on that screen, too. It looked like the same thing was happening to the rest of the team on their phones.

      “I want to apologize to you,” Freihof said, looking impossibly genuine. “I’ve been toying with you, and the people who I’ve been working with haven’t always been successful in the tasks they’ve been given.”

      “Is there any way to trace this?” Roman asked quietly to the side.

      “Not from here,” Derek responded. “But if he’s broadcasting this to everyone in Omega, then somebody’s tracing it.”

      “I realize,” Freihof continued, “that my colleagues’ failures to kill the people we targeted may cause you not to take me so seriously. And again, that’s my fault. Never trust someone else to do a job you really should do yourself.”

      Freihof, showman that he was, slowly removed the hood from his victim’s head.

      Grace Parker.

      Roman looked into the eyes of the older woman he’d spent so much time talking to these last few months. The one who’d gotten him through not only the explosion that had almost killed him, but sorting through the feelings he had for Keira Spencer.

      “Damn it, where are they?” Lillian said.

      “I think that’s Grace’s home office. I met with her there a couple of times when I had required visits,” Roman said.

      Derek was already calling it in.

      But Freihof was too smart to waste time now that he’d let his location be known.

      “I’ll make this lesson quick,” Freihof said, nodding sincerely. “You call yourself the good guys, but that’s not always the case, is it? It’s time for you to pay for your sins.”

      The entire team rushed toward the screen as if they could do something when they saw Freihof take out a knife and stand behind Grace Parker.

      “It’s time for you to know the pain I’ve known.”

      Everyone watched helplessly as, with his words, Freihof slashed the knife across Grace’s throat. She died in front of them, none of them able to do a single thing about it.