Take over at FBI West.
Try and survive.
Check.
Check.
Check.
She did feel bad for security. It was difficult on Ivan, who was now managing security at five locations. Someone deserved a raise. He was monitoring all of the major living spaces.
The new house build.
The DC house.
The Cabin.
The Castle.
Oh, and the monstrosity that Callen saddled them with in Damascus.
When she asked for a new house, so that they could manage the million and one problems that came with her family being out in the open, she hadn’t expected to have a gold baron’s mansion.
Yet, here she was.
She had a gold-baron’s mansion, and the name said it all. It was all kinds of tacky with the gold trim, and the flaunting of wealth that made her want to rally against that every second of the day.
It was icky, and she hated it.
Oh, but she kept that shit to herself.
Why?
Callen had outdone himself by getting the deal sealed in less than a day, to make the place theirs.
Really, and she wished he hadn’t.
Now, they were staying in this ornate mansion that was not her style. Elizabeth was pretty damn laid back, and there was too much tacky as shit ornate decorations all over the place.
It screamed beyond tacky, and something someone would like if they were out of their goddamn minds.
She.
Hated.
It.
The only things that saved the whole mess was that the yard was huge, the fence was high, and there was enough space for all of them—including her brother and his kids, Takoda, and his family.
If not for that, she would have burnt it down and danced around it.
Why?
It was haunted.
Everywhere she went in that filigree nightmare, she felt like she was being watched.
Oh, and there was no doubt she was.
