Page 10 of Reclaiming Chaos

Font Size:

Page 10 of Reclaiming Chaos

Mr. Russell was headed for the door when a picture of a mountain and surrounding little town caught my eye. A city I knew well—my hometown.

Mr. Russell glanced over his shoulder once more. “Agent Bennett?”

“Sorry,” I said, trying to hide my interest. I filed away the question to ask Carlee later, assuming she kept her word and actually found me again.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Mr. Russell commented as he led me down the hall. He rapped his knuckles on the door before pushing it open.

A woman was seated behind the desk. She lifted her gaze and tried to hide the surprise on her face as she quickly rose. “Dr. Russell. I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you.”

Doctor? Nothing suggested he had the words MD after his name. Interesting. Another secret he hadn’t shared.

“Well, aren’t you just full of surprises, Doctor?” I said.

“Yes, well.” He cleared his throat. “Amy, this is Agent Bennett. He’s trying to find Ms. Tate and bring back her book, and he has some questions for you.”

“Of course,” she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.

“When you’re finished, please escort Agent Bennett from the building,” Dr. Russell said before departing and closing the door.

I sat on one of the chairs. A blush covered Amy’s face as she retook her seat. She grabbed a file and crammed it into the center drawer of her desk. She clasping her fingers together and resting them on the hard surface. She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “How can I help you, Agent Bennett?”

I leaned forward and tilted my head. “You can start by telling me about the woman you were escorting out of the building when I was walking in.”

Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. “Damn. Carlee was right about you. That means she’s right about everything and you just have to trust her.”

Was my gut steering me wrong or was it this case? Trusting Carlee seemed like the worst mistake to make, and yet at ever turn, she was there, prodding him and pointing him in a direction that mattered most. Maybe she wasn’t the enemy, but if not, then who was?