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FBI Special Agent Abe Santos
Criminal Investigations Division
FBI?
“Will… your order is ready. Will?”
I typed a quick text to Miranda during the drive to the location Abe had specified. Why did the FBI want to talk to me? If this had to do with SJI, why wasn’t my father included? When Dad had mentioned the authorities, he meant York and his team. It was stupid that he hadn’t involved the actual police, but he wanted to keep the breach in-house until it was absolutely necessary, and now it seemed the FBI knew something about the stolen money.
Will: Late meeting with Dad. Eat without me. See you tonight. Luv U.
My nerves were off the charts—sweaty palms, vibrating leg, a million thoughts swirling with tornadic force in my head. I didn’t want to imagine what this Abe man wanted to talk to me about.
My gut told me I wasn’t going to like whatever Abe had to say.
I’d Googled the address once I returned to my office with my lunch. The small bungalow I was to meet Abe in was around the corner from a coffee shop. Something told me to have the Uber driver take me there instead of the house. I also told the guy to pick me up in an hour.
An hour should be enough. Unless… Well, an hour should be enough.
My phone chimed with a reply from Miranda.
Miranda: Okay, babe! See you tonight. XoXo
I wasn’t sure why I worried about telling her I’d be late. She came home late several nights a week. It had to be guilt for lying to her. Even if it was a half-lie, I didn’t like it.
We pulled up in front of the coffee shop. I paid the driver and reminded him to be back in an hour. As he drove off, I went inside the little shop just in case he watched me through his rearview mirror.
Paranoid much? I couldn’t imagine how I’d be if I’d actually watched crime shows.
I strolled toward the house with an iced coffee in hand, up the brick walkway, and to the porch. I had two minutes to spare. I figured I’d use the extra time for a little deep breathing before knocking.
No such luck; the door flung open.
“I knew you were smart. Come in,” Abe said, stepping back.
I entered the unfurnished house. Only a card table, a few chairs, a mini-fridge, and two laptops were in the living room.
The front door closed. Two clicks sent a streak of unease down my spine.
I spun around and saw Abe put a key in his pocket.
I was locked in the cottage.Shit.
