Chapter 13
The call came into the FBI at 10:22 a.m. the next morning. Kira sat at her corner desk, looking over material from Gene Oliveros’ home, and thinking of how furious she was that her father not only refused to answer her phone calls, but wouldn’t even acknowledge her text or voice messages. A few other agents were at their desks in the big open office space, but most were already out of the office. A couple of young, attractive file clerks stood by the coffee pot, talking about their dating life.
When the phone rang, something made Kira look up at the clock, and then at the agent taking the call, the agent she most often rode with, Peter “Scoggs” Scoggins. He could have been an FBI agent poster boy with his short hair and well-toned physique covered by an inexpensive two-button
