CHAPTER FOUR
Ilse was practically jogging as she entered the Seattle field office, springing off the elevator and moving down the hall into the large, cubicle-filled office space. She'd made sure her client hadn't felt rushed, but then she'd—much against the usual grain of her character—pushed the speed limit to reach the office.
Figures were moving about, and her gaze darted towards the large office at the back of the room, where she spotted an athletic figure behind a standing desk. She swallowed, staring towards Agent Rawley's silhouette, but before she could approach, a voice called from an open door in a darker portion of the hall behind her.
“Hey, Beck!”
She turned, glancing towards the small, utility closet which had been converted into Agent Tom Sawyer's office.
She glanced ag
