Free The Unwanted by Brett Battles

and quiet.
"We can't let this opportunity slip out of our hands," Furuta said, his voice rising. It was the first emotion Peter had seen from the man.
"I agree," Chercover said. He looked at Peter. "You need to get someone in there tonight. You can do that, can't you?"
Peter was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
"So you have someone in mind? Someone close?" Furuta asked.
"Yes."
"Who?" Furuta said.
"That is something you don't need to know," Peter said.
Furuta was about to respond when his boss put a hand on his shoulder. "I think we're done here," Chercover said.
Reluctantly, Furuta nodded. "Keep us posted on what you find," he said.
"What about Agent Douglas?" Peter asked as the other two began walking toward the door. It was an unnecessary question, but Peter couldn't help pushing.
Chercover stopped and looked back at Peter. "Of course," he said. "Keep us informed on her condition also. We're not exactly heartless, but this is much bigger than her life, or even any one of ours."
Peter stared at them as they turned and left, his lips now closed.
The truth was Chercover was right.

CHAPTER
7
QUINN AND NATE HAD NOT RETURNED TO LOS Angeles after Ireland. They were in the States, but still thousands of miles from home. After handing off the envelope to Peter's contact at the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta, they boarded a flight north instead of west, landing several hours later in Boston.
It was another job. The new client required only some electronic and visual surveillance, no body removals. It was a gig that suited Quinn just fine for the moment. The fiasco in Ireland was still fresh in his mind, and his annoyance with Peter for forcing him to risk his life to catch the assassin had yet to abate.
Whoever that assassin was, he'd better be talking, Quinn thought.
Boston turned out to be the easiest job he'd taken all year. A big part of that was due to the fact that he was working with Orlando again. She'd flown in early while he and Nate were still across the Atlantic, and set everything up. It made the assignment go smooth and simple.
The fact that he didn't have to sleep alone anymore was a bonus.
"This is really what you wanted me here for, isn't it?" Orlando had asked him as they lay sweaty and panting beside each other on their hotel bed, the sheets and the blankets pushed to the floor. "You just wanted sex."
"That took you long enough to figure out," he said, trying not to break a smile.
Her shoulder-length black hair was draped partially over her face. With her right hand she tucked the loose strands behind her ear.
"Oh, I knew it. I just wanted to hear it from your lips."
"Don't play innocent. You want it just as much as I do."
"Oh, you think so?"
"I know you do."
"You're wrong," she said, a glimmer in her eye. "I want it more than you."
"That I'll never believe."
She pulled him to her, their lips meeting soft but urgent, their bodies crushed together as if they wanted to meld into one.
For several years, Orlando had been living in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, with her son, Garrett. Her mixed ancestry helped her to blend in—her mother Korean, her father Thai-Irish. The result was a look that allowed her the ability to claim she was from almost anywhere in Asia. But now that her relationship with Quinn had developed into more than just friendship and business, she had been spending an increasing amount of time in the U.S. at the house her aunt Jeong had left her in San Francisco the previous year. Conveniently, it was only an hour plane ride up the coast from Quinn's home in Los Angeles.
But even with this new accessibility, it had been several weeks since they'd spent any time together. Jobs and life seemed to have gotten in their way. So even though the Boston job was finished, they decided to stay on a few extra days.
Nate, on the other hand, had been able to get ahold of tickets for the Yankee-Detroit series at the new Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. So Quinn had let him go to New York, while he and