Seated at a borrowed desk in the local Bureau field office, Bryn was going through reports, hoping they’d take the bad taste out of her mouth from her visit to TelTech. It galled her that the law forced her to be on the side of someone so subtly scummy. She’d use him to catch Phagan, but she’d make sure she found his nasty secret and took him out, too.
An agent cleared his throat and Bryn realized she was scowling. She used a red tipped finger to mark her place in a report, before looking up at him. “Yes, what is it?”
“I think we got ourselves a laundering op running out of that bar you asked me to check out.”
“Really?” Bryn gave him the nod to sit down. Resting her elbows on the pile of reports, she applied pressure to her temples.
Once seated, he leaned forward, using his hands to em
