Chapter 373: Candi

Sunday. Clementine Baker's Home, Washington, DC.

CANDI CLUTCHED Q'S HAND in both of hers. "Is this it?"

"Yeah," he whispered.

They stared at the moderate sized home in a DC suburb. Now and wind pelted them. Her teeth chattered. And yet, it felt good. The bone chilling cold reminded her that she was alive.

"Are we going to knock?" she asked.

"No. Come on. The FBI lookouts know why we're here."

Q led her through the yard and a side gate. A uniformed police officer sat at the first-floor window watching them. Q nodded. Candi lifted a hand, but let it drop to her side without actually waving.

"This way."

Solar lights chased away the shadows, making it less ominous. In a few hours, the world would wake up to a blanket of new snow. A clean slate.

Candi didn't know how to feel right now.

On one hand, they'd found Nadine. They'd done what they'd set out to do.

But, Nadine was dead. Her final act had been to save Q and give them the means with which to combat two threat