“So we’re working with the DEA. Not sure I like that idea,” Vance told Steve.
Steve, now in charge of the local FBI field office, just smiled. “Luckily for all concerned you don’t have a thing to say about it. The man they’ve chosen is connected, or I should say was connected. He’s a good agent, if a bit of a loose cannon at times; sort of your polar opposite.”
“When do I get to meet him?”
“In about a minute,” Steve replied when the intercom buzzed. Standing he went to open the office door, letting a tall, dark-haired man into the office.
“Van, this is Rico Ferranti,” Steve said by way of introductions.
“s**t, he’s a kid,” Vance said in surprise.
Rico scowled in response. “I’m twenty-five, two years younger than you is all, if the intelligence I read on you is right.”
Vance nodded s
