Chapter 5
The desk in the middle of the sixth-floor lobby was empty, so Avery bypassed it entirely and walked straight to the big oak doors. He knocked, and Michael called for him to enter. Avery found Michael and his partner, Sam Jones, engrossed in conversation.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Avery took a step back.
“You’re not.” Michael waved him inside. “What’s up?”
“Did you get my text?”
Michael nodded. “It was rather ranty, too.”
Avery scowled and refused to rise to the bait. “I don’t think Jameson misinterpreted what he was being told in his training. If the Pensacola branch is actually teaching—”
Michael raised a hand and cut him off. “I agree. I’ve already put out some feelers to see if I can find out what’s going on down there. I don’t know the director in charge of the pro
