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“You haven’t. But you have come highly recommended.”
“By Dr. Henderson?” I asked.
“Your colleague Brian MacGregor?” he replied.
I’d worked on several cases with Brian over the last few years. Since being shot, I’d spoken to him a handful of times, and he never mentioned anything to me about this.
“What exactly have you been told?” I asked.
“That you worked for the FBI for a couple of years as a profiler and aren’t returning to the job. Your skills are something we might be able to use,” he stated.
“As a profiler?”
“Not necessarily, but in a way, yes. We require someone who can help read individuals.”
“Mr. Blaze, I am not sure this position is for me,” I said, ready to get up and leave his office. I hadn’t traveled back to Boston for this. Not even sure why Brian would give out my information without my permission. Brian might not have my best interest in mind after all.
“Miss Beck, you haven’t even finished the interview,” Damien stated, looking shocked that I was leaving.
“I don’t want to waste either of our time. I’m not looking to be a PI or assist any PI’s if that is what you’re offering,” I stated, still planning on leaving.
“Please, don’t leave. You come highly recommended, and I know if you hear me out, you’ll change your mind,” he blurted, pleading.
He’s desperate. Why? I wasn’t the only person who had this skill. Even if Brian had recommended me, he obviously knew that I was here for a medical appointment with a neurosurgeon. That should’ve been a red flag for hiring me.
The stress of the moment was causing my head to pound, but I resisted massaging my temple to relieve the pain. Damien wasn’t the only one who was desperate. It was going to be difficult to pass a rigorous physical test to obtain a job. At least for the ones that I was looking at.
“I’m not looking for a position as a profiler,” I stated honestly. It was going to take time for me to be able to work in such a position. Although Dr. Henderson had cleared me to work, I wasn’t ready to put my or anyone else’s life in my hands again. Getting shot was one thing, but if I made a mistake that cost someone else their life, I’d never forgive myself.
“As I said, this isn’t a profiler position,” he reminded me.
“And yet you haven’t told me what this job actually details either,” I said, crossing my arms.
“That’s fair. There is only so much I can tell you until you accept the position. But I believe you to be the right person for this job based on what Brian has stated.”
“How do you know Brian?” I questioned.
“I have worked on several cases that have crossed paths with the FBI and Brian was working on a few of them,” he explained.
“Missing persons?” Brian handled a lot of those including kidnapping cases.
Damien nodded. “You’d be assisting us in such searches.”
“So, you’re a PI hired to find people,” I stated. Right away I wasn’t interested in working for him.
“Not really. In some cases, yes, but usually no. I can’t give you all the details until I know you are taking the job.”
“That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I mean, I worked for the FBI, and even they told me what I would be doing before I was hired,” I said snugly.
Damien chuckled. “And there are things they don’t know, and I’d like to keep it that way. So, what do you say? Want a job that will be…challenging, yet very fulfilling?” he asked.
That was exactly what I was looking for. “Building skyscrapers are both yet wouldn’t want to do that job. Tell me one reason why I should say yes?” I met his gaze.
“Because if you don’t, you might end up living in fear for the rest of your life,” he replied.
“Fear of what?”
“Not being able to save everyone. Trust me, I know that feeling firsthand. It is a reality that rips your gut open and crushes your soul.”
