The Scar

♤Archer♤

"You got him?" I asked, tucking the phone between my shoulder and neck while buttoning my shirt.

"He gave a fake signal. He was never really going to Washington," Abel said.

I froze, my hand still on the last button.

What?

"How the fuck did he pull that off?" I muttered, irritation flaring. Dexter playing me was the last thing I needed right now.

I had enough to deal with. My wife,