CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
With no clear leads and no avenues to pursue, Chloe and Moulton headed back to FBI headquarters. They arrived shortly after lunch and when they went their separate ways—each to their own office—Chloe found that she did not want to work solo for the rest of the day. Sure, maybe it was the crush working on her, but she found that her mind tended to be sharper when she was with Moulton. Also, the back and forth—which was, on occasion, a bit flirtatious—helped to stir conversation.
Instead, she found herself at her desk, pulling up every file the bureau had on the Kim Wielding case, most of which had come directly from the Maryland PD. There was nothing new, all details she had already read and started to commit to memory. Even when she viewed it through this new lens of try
