Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
"Let me see that, how did you get this shit so fast?" I perused the paper she'd been reading and saw where she'd highlighted some things and underlined others.
I knitted my brow as I tried to make heads or tails of what I was looking at. There was a lot of scientific mumbo jumbo that I didn't have the slightest clue about, but I did get the gist of the report.
Basically our officials had stumbled across something that they didn't want the other world contenders to know about just yet, but one glaring question still remained.
"What the hell does any of this have to do with the FBI, this seems more like the men in black if you ask me, something isn't adding up here."
"You're right, I don't think he was FBI, I think he was working with them in some capacity along with other agencies.
Look here, you see this number, this is a high clearance number, which means Riley had access to top secret classified information at the highest level.
Now what he had going with the FBI is another story, we'll have to find that out and trace his steps within the agency."
"So if he wasn't FBI what the hell are Carter and Everett doing here, and where are the people he actually worked for?"
"You have to understand Donovan, some of these agencies like to stay hidden from the public; we might never find out who he actually worked for. Believe me, I've seen this before. To keep their identities hidden and stay above the public's radar, they'll leave one of their own swinging in the wind."
"That's fucked; so we might never find out the whole truth is what you're saying."
"Pretty much, but hopefully we'll be able to find out who killed him."
"Now the next big question, if this guy had high clearance and he was in the middle of working on something at the time of his murder, did his killer get his hands on something that our government would rather he didn't, and if so what and where is it?"
Chapter 19
I hate to admit it but letting Shania in on the investigation was proving to be a good move. She really does live up to her nickname of bloodhound; my baby is a tenacious little thing. It was a kick to watch her in action, then again I liked seeing her do anything at all, but when it came to investigating she was truly in her element.
On the phone she was forceful and demanding and she came up with questions that I have to admit would've never entered my mind.
Then again, as a law enforcement officer there were some lines I dared not cross, Shania just plowed right through them.
But what I found most fascinating about the last few days, is how at home she was in my house, it's like we've lived together for a while instead of less than a week.
I couldn't even begin to imagine waking up in the morning without her there, though she was a bit of a grouch if she didn't have one of those sissy drinks first thing.
Thank heavens I had a cappuccino machine, or I'd probably end up wearing breakfast on many a morning. She was just that ornery before she had her fix.
Now here she is sitting on my bed with the pillows piled high behind her, her hair in a messy ponytail held together by a pencil, one of my old college tees falling off her shoulder and a pair of purple socks that had seen way better days all but slouching off her feet.
It was the perfect ending to a pain in the ass day, to come home to her in my bed.
It’s a good thing she's working the case now too, since I hadn't had time to give to it.
Seems the coyotes were up to their shit again and I was knee deep in illegals, who were scared out of their fucking minds, didn't hardly speak any English and had spent their last I'm sure very hard earned cash to get here.
It was difficult to be indifferent when faced with young hungry men and women who were just looking for a better life.
So with that headache (which I'd known was going to be an issue again after I'd busted up the last ring just not this damn soon) on top of everything else, I really didn't have time to devote to Boyd Riley.
Carter and Everett have been busy too it seemed, if the captain's informal reports were anything to go by.
Time of death had been determined and coincided with a scheduled meeting the agent was supposed to have; problem was that now no one knew who with.
Apparently the FBI was busy scouring his private life to see if the situation stemmed from something personal, but I was more inclined to believe that it had to do with his work.