CHAPTER TWELVE
Chloe went back to work on Monday morning with a stunted kind of guilt—the feeling of returning to work after nursing a hangover for most of Sunday. She sat down behind her desk, placing the Wielding file back on her desk. She was setting up her workspace and about to check her email when she noticed the flashing red light on the landline phone at her desk. She’d only ever used this phone once and that was only to get accustomed to the voicemail system. It was no secret that about ninety-eight percent of all calls and messaging in the bureau were now done through cell phones. So the blinking red light struck her as very interesting.
She dialed into the system, punched in her passcode, and found that she did indeed have one message. She smiled and felt a bit of warmth sprea
