Chapter 3
After a summer of inconsequential missions in the States, Charles was finally transferred back to Foreign Affairs.
Autumn drifted toward winter, and then the holidays were upon the country.
As luck would have it, he returned from a South American operation in time for the WBIS Christmas Party. If attendance hadn’t been mandatory, he’d have skipped it.
He spotted Max as soon as he walked into the cafeteria. Schmidt was at his elbow, and they went to greet Vincent. Charles was too far away to hear their conversation, but he could see Max’s smile as he leaned against the medical examiner. Charles couldn’t remember Max smiling at him like that.
Matheson’s secretary was standing off to the side, looking…wistful? Yeah, he was pretty sure that was the expression. She was a beautifu
