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“I need my brush.”
He exited with both purses while I locked the door. “I’m not letting you be late.”
We speed-walked to his car. He popped the trunk with the key fob, tossed the full purse in and closed it, handing me the incredibly light, empty one.
After two blocks of him driving like a maniac, I commented on the obvious. “I could have moved things from one to the other on the drive.”
He gunned it around a taxi without comment.
I shut up, deciding that surviving the trip was more important than pointing out how right I was. With three brothers, I knew all too well how guys didn’t like to be told they were wrong.
Adam accelerated through the yellow of the next light.
I pulled my leather repair guy’s card from my wallet and placed it on the console. “If you have a chance, drop the purse off for repair.”
He grunted and nodded. A few minutes later he pulled to the curb in front of my building in record time. “Have a great day.”
“You too.” I climbed out and rushed to the building. At the door I turned.
Adam was watching and waved as I entered the building.
If he hadn’t rushed me, for sure I would have ended up on the naughty list of late entrants today.
* * *
Adam
After dropping Kelly off,my desk upstairs in the field office seemed a little alien. Having spent Sunday with her, just walking and talking, instead of being a Bureau guy twenty-four-seven, meant it took a few minutes to get back into special agent mode and get my head straight.
To be honest, it hadn’t really been the day out in the sun that slowed down my thought processes this morning. It was more that I couldn’t get her out of my head. Kelly was becoming an obsession with me.
“Nice day walking around yesterday?” Neil asked when he returned with a coffee mug he’d most likely already refilled for the second time.
I’d forgotten that tracking my cell phone location was one of his duties as my backup, even when I didn’t need him physically following. “Yeah. If the cover is boyfriend, we have to do some typical couple kinds of things, like a day on the Mall.”
He didn’t look convinced. “Right. Tough job having to hang out with a looker like her all day.”
“Maybe we should ask your wife if we can switch places.”
That shut him up.
“I still haven’t seen anything good on the bank video,” he said after a moment. “How much farther back you want to go?”
“I say we keep going, unless you have something better to run down.”
“Nah. I went back over the interviews and didn’t find anything useful.” He turned to his computer.
I did the same and checked my email.
“Cartwright.” It was Dempsey calling from his office door—never a good sign.
I raised my hand, stood, and started his direction without having to be told. These were always a call to meet behind closed doors.
He sat on the edge of his desk, instead of in his chair.
I closed the door behind me and waited to hear the latest complaint.
“I got a call from Secret Service this morning. Want to guess what it was about?”
