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Who is this girl whom the boss found in jail?

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So when you go looking for trouble, bundled up in a nice package, what are you looking for, especially if you run an intelligence agency?

McConnell held a picture of Teresa Montgomery in his hand and wondered how a woman of such beauty and ability could go so far off the deep end.  McConnell considered himself an expert in psychotics, but could find no explanation, not even in the psychological profile, which rated her more dangerous than some of his men.

“She’s ideal,” he said to no one in particular, since he was alone in the car.  She fitted the sort of profile he was looking for.  Eight months down the track and well on the road to recovering from cocaine addiction, she had regained her strength, will, and what he needed the most, her ability to distract attention.

A friend had mentioned her name in passing, just the sort of material McConnell loved to recruit, and he was willing to bet any amount of money McConnell couldn’t get her out.  After all, twenty years without bail in an institution for the criminally insane was a hard sentence to get around.

All he had to do was bust her out of jail.

Of course, nothing is ever a problem for a person who bends rules daily, and as that same friend who told him about the girl said, McConnell was the only person he knew who coloured outside the lines.

To McConnell, she was just the person Willoughby needed, even though he would baulk at having her join him.