14 AndreaAndrea smiled, pleased by the memory.
At age eighteen, she’d slipped neatly out from under her FBI-agent dad’s guiding hand and gone to film school three thousand miles from home.
When she gave up on acting and followed her father into the family trade, she’d stayed far away from DC and the feds.
She wouldn’t work where everyone knew her as Andrew Jackson Clark’s little girl.
Spokane and the WSP suited her fine.
And she liked that the task force had her investigating different crimes.
Working for the SIU, she usually dealt with less serious infractions. She’d shown she was good at handling routine stuff in a creative manner.
She’d gotten a commendation for setting up a successful sting to confiscate fake IDs from kids under twenty-one, the legal age for buying booze and rec
