Free Choices will Destroy (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 14) by Morgan Kelley

but at what cost?
    That was her big fear.
    “We’re going to have to reconstruct those files,” she admitted, knowing that they had no choice but to rework this from the beginning to the end.
    It wasn’t going to be easy, and Elizabeth knew it.
    If she missed something, she had to find it, and fast. If ‘The Butcher ’ was still alive, she needed to take him down once and for all.
    Then she needed to face the cold hard truth.
    She was likely going to pay for what she did.
    “I can help with that. I’ll head home and grab my things. I’ll make sure to bring everything we need.”
    “Christopher, thank you.”
    Blue eyes met blue eyes. “You’re my sister, Elizabeth. We may have different mothers, but our souls are connected. We were meant to be this close. It’s all about the ripples in the pond.”
    She smiled at him, feeling a little better. “See? Aren’t you glad we didn't sleep together?”
    Chris laughed. “Do you think I’m an idiot? Of course I’m not glad.”
    She snorted. “I’m telling Cyra.”
    He grinned. “For you, I’d let her kick my ass. Go get ready, Elizabeth. I’ll make sure we’re set on my end.”
    “We need a tech. I want to keep it small. I need…”
    “Someone you can trust?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Merry will have your back. She adores you. She’s the only one I trust with my sister.”
    Elizabeth only hoped that he was right. If she didn’t, the next time they all got together, it would be visitors’ day at the prison, and she’d be the one behind the glass.
    “I’ll see you at the jet,” she said, heading out. Glancing over her shoulder, she met his gaze. “I’m glad we’re friends, Chris. I’m the lucky one.”
    He grinned.
    When the door closed, he pulled out his cell. In his trunk, he had his back up gear. He didn't need to head home, but he did need to make a call.
    His wife wasn’t going to be happy. They had made plans to head out for a romantic little trip. He’d been promising Cyra some alone time, and this was going to throw one hell of a wrench into their plans.
    As he made the call, she answered on the second ring. “Hello, my sexy ME. Do you miss me?” she asked.
    “Oh, Cyra, sweetheart, I always miss you. How can I not? How are my girls doing today?”
    “We’re both good. Bethe is crawling around, and your mother is here for a visit.”
    He heard the tone in her voice. “Did she bring a friend with her?”
    Cyra laughed. “Yeah, Igor is crawling on the floor. Bethe is in love, and I’m standing on a chair. I think your daughter is twisted like you and your mom. That spider is appalling, and now her favorite thing in the world.”
    He laughed, knowing how much his wife hated Igor in their home. Only, his mother wasn’t exactly easy to control. Morganna was set in her ways.
    “Christopher, it’s not funny.”
    He laughed more.
    “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll talk to her and try to explain AGAIN that Igor is banned.”
    “I’ll forgive you, since we’re going to be getting away for some sexy fun.”
    He got quiet.
    “Christopher, why are you not talking?”
    “Cyra.”
    She sighed. “You can’t tell me we’re not going. I’ve been trapped in this house for months. I need a vacation, Chris. You promised me the bed and breakfast, a spa day, and no kid. You wouldn’t be mean and take it away now, would you?”
    “Sweetheart, I know you were looking forward to it...”
    “Oh, Christopher.”
    Her voice said it all.
    He was in trouble. “Cyra, honey, you know I don’t like canceling on you, but I have a job that requires…”
    He didn't get to finish.
    “Oh, I’m aware, Christopher. You’re married to it. Your job is your mistress, and she owns you. Where are you going now?”
    “DC. I’ve been called up by Gabriel Rothschild. I don’t have a choice.” He did, but he opted to lie. His wife would flip her shit if she knew that he was heading back there to help Elizabeth on a personal case. It would only instigate a