Breath Of Malice Part 2

Sam introduced Paige to Harry Platt, the agent she'd spotted on the phone earlier. Harry was staring at his laptop and got to his feet when Sam and Paige stopped at his desk. He held out a hand to Paige, and when she reached out to shake it, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"My fair lady," he said with a wide smile and a deep bow.

Harry was an attractive man. Tall, tanned, and toned. He wore his hair longer than the Bureau's regulation length, and Paige could see why he was reluctant to cut his thick blond waves.

"Okay, Romeo. We don't want to scare her off on her first day." Sam spoke the words without any heat, then turned to Paige. "Harry missed his calling in Hollywood."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows. "But you can catch me in a theater production this summer at the Kirk Playhouse. We're doing Shakespeare's Julius Caesar."

Harry's humor loosened some of the tension in Paige's stomach. She returned his smile. "I'll have to see about getting tickets for that."

"You do-" Harry's computer beeped. His gaze shot to the screen. Just that fast, he became all business. "Sam," Harry said.

But Sam was already on the move, circling the desk to see the laptop screen as well. "That it?"

Harry pressed a few keys. "Yeah. We got him. DeLuca!" Harry called out. "Let's roll!"

A large man built like a brick came out from a back room holding a mug of coffee. He plopped it on a desk that bore a framed photo of a smiling, very pregnant woman with a long, dark braid over one shoulder. The woman held the pudgy hands of a small boy, maybe five years old, and a girl who looked slightly younger. With their thick, curly hair and puppy-dog eyes, the children bore a strong resemblance to the man named DeLuca.

DeLuca grabbed the suit jacket off the back of Harry's chair. He tossed it to Harry with one hand and reached out to Paige with the other. The thick gold wedding band he wore caught the light overhead. "Sam told us you'd be joining us. I'm Dominic. Dom. Welcome."

"Thank you," Paige said.

Paige had barely grasped Dom's hand before he released his grip and turned to Harry. "We're burning daylight, man."

Dom set a brisk pace, and Harry fell into step beside him.

Sam said to Paige, "The man they're bringing in has been luring kids into an online chat room, and from there to meetings in person." Sam's eyes darkened with anger. "He's about to find out the nine-year-old boy he thinks he's meeting is really Harry and Dom."

Thinking of the young children who had fallen prey to this man sickened Paige. She was glad to know that this predator would soon be in custody.

Sam showed Paige to a desk. "This one's yours. Marian is pulling some files on our current cases that I'd like you to familiarize yourself with. I'll be going over them with you once you've had a chance to read them."

As if on cue, Mrs. Hendershot marched into the room, bearing several file folders, a laptop, and a memory card.

"We work as a squad, but we also work in pairs," Sam said. "You'll be working with me. Anything you need to ask me now?"

Was it Sam's usual practice to partner with new agents, or did he have doubts about her? Paige fought back that concern. If he thought that now, he wouldn't for much longer. She wasn't the same agent she'd been in New York, and Sam would soon see that. "No questions."

"I'll leave you to it," he said.

As Sam returned to his office, Mrs. Hendershot deposited the folders, card, and laptop on the desk, then resumed her rigid posture and folded her arms across her chest. "This weekend, the office is partic.i.p.ating in an annual fund-raising event for the Kirk County General Hospital. The event is a family day held at Kirk County Park, and we sponsor a barbecue. Each of our agents is scheduled to perform a function. Given that you'll be partnered with Special Agent in Charge McKade, I've scheduled you during his time slot this Sat.u.r.day, working the grills from noon to three. I need to confirm that you will be available at that time."

"Noon to three will be fine."

"I will see that you receive directions to Kirk County Park."

Mrs. Hendershot stepped away, her heels moving soundlessly over the tile. Paige reached for the laptop. While she waited for it to boot, she opened the first folder.

Back in his office, Sam watched Paige through the large window that overlooked the squad room. She was going over the information Marian had given her. When he'd accepted her transfer, he'd considered if he'd let his long-standing need for an additional agent lead to an error in judgment in bringing her here. The last thing he wanted was an attention seeker who would jeopardize the lives of his people and his own life.

But he hadn't seen an attention seeker today. Paige Carson wasn't what he'd expected at all. Young, he'd known that from her file. She was twenty-nine. Pretty. Yeah, she was that, too. Her photograph hadn't captured just how pretty, with her big doe eyes and wide, sensual mouth. But the woman in the file was nothing like the one he'd just met. The woman he'd just met came across as reserved and . . . wary.

No doubt that f.u.c.kup in New York had affected her. Her formal reprimand was noted in her file and would have made squad leaders reluctant to take her on. Her supervisor in New York may have pa.s.sed her on to Denver. In her record, it read that she'd asked for the transfer. True? Or had she been shoved out of the New York office? Had New York strongly suggested that she'd be happier elsewhere? Once she hit Denver, she would have likely found the s.h.i.+t had just followed her there. The Bureau had a long memory, and that incident in the Adirondacks was going to stay with her for some time to come.

It would have been easier for her if she'd taken a position where she wouldn't need to work with a squad. She had degrees in criminal science and in language studies. She spoke several languages, including Russian, Spanish, Pashto, and Urdu, and could have worked as a translator. With those skills and working that job, one of the large central offices, like LA or DC, may have overlooked her record and taken her on. Sam hadn't bought her comment about no longer wanting to live in a city. And failing a translator job with the Bureau, she could have ventured into the private sector. Her choices didn't make sense, including the one to come here. More bad judgment? Could be. If so, this career decision wouldn't affect anyone but herself. It wasn't his business unless it had to be. Still, the lack of logic bothered Sam and made him want to ask her about it.

Paige spent the rest of the week working her way through the information Mrs. Hendershot had given her, and then with Sam, who went over the finer points. Sam was preparing for a case that was going to trial, which explained the mountains of paper she'd seen on his desk at their first meeting.

But the bulk of her time was spent out of the office, as Sam had mentioned. Among other cases, he was overseeing an investigation into drug trafficking in Kirk County. He was coordinating with other state agencies, and he'd taken her with him to a series of meetings. She and Sam were driving back to the office now from a meeting at the central office in Columbia.

On the interstate, traffic whooshed by. From Sam's truck, Paige could see the cars below in a blur. Sam took an exit in Kirk County, and shortly after, the contrast between big city and rural county struck her. They drove past miles of open land before coming across another vehicle. It was longer still until they reached a populated area.

As with everywhere, there were the affluent, the middle cla.s.s, and the poor. Paige had glimpsed pockets of all three as they'd left Kirk and now again, as they returned.

At this moment, they were pa.s.sing a creek. Two elderly men sat beneath the shade of a live oak, dangling fis.h.i.+ng poles in the murky water. Taking in the scene, it was hard for Paige to envision crime of any kind in this idyllic setting.

"The traffickers have been crossing state lines, and so far we haven't been able to stop them. We'll make sure they don't get away this time," Sam said.

Paige wondered if Sam could have been thinking the same thing she was. She could all but feel his anger and frustration that the drug problem in the county, and in the country as a whole, was growing despite efforts to combat it.

"I was just thinking how this looks like the last place there should be any crime." Paige shook her head. "A nave statement, I realize."

Sam's lips thinned. "Drugs aren't just a big-city crime."

No, drug trafficking had made its way into small-town America as well. Sam's anger about that, and his determination to apprehend these traffickers, was genuine. From observing him in meetings and judging by his interactions with state and county officials and politicians, Paige believed if anyone could stop drug trafficking in their area, it would be Sam. In just five days, she'd seen for herself that he was a natural leader and had a self-a.s.suredness Paige respected. She would have liked to know more about her boss, but she didn't want to invite questions about herself, and she held back her interest.

On Main Street, Sam slowed to the speed limit. "Looks like people are knocking off early for the weekend."

Paige turned her head in the direction he indicated. It was late afternoon. A man placed a bicycle in a rack in front of a diner, then made his way inside. A couple of people had taken refuge from the sun beneath the awning of that same diner and stood speaking on cell phones. Farther down the same road, women pushed children in strollers, some stopping to browse the racks and bins on the sidewalk in front of several shops. Main Street vendors were having a sidewalk sale.

"Looks like it," Paige said.

Sam left Main behind and drove to the Bureau office, pulling into the parking lot a short time later.

"Nunez and Wingate are back," Sam said. "That pickup and sedan belong to them."

Paige had heard that there were two more agents in the office, but this was the first time all week they would all be in the same place at the same time.

Sam parked, then waited for her to lead the way. A soft breeze kicked up, and the pink, purple, and red flowers that grew along the walkway of the Bureau building swayed.

Inside, Mrs. Hendershot looked up from her desk and said to Sam, "I placed your messages on your desk, sir, and Agents Nunez and Wingate are in the break room."

"Thank you, Marian," Sam said. He looked to Paige. "I'll introduce you."

Paige followed him. Mrs. Hendershot made sure there was always fresh coffee brewing. Sam went to the gray speckled counter in the break room and held up the pot. At Paige's nod, Sam poured the coffee into a large paper cup. He liberally added both cream and sugar, then handed the cup to Paige. He and Paige had shared a few meals this week, and Sam no longer needed to ask how she took her coffee.

The TV was on, tuned to a national news station. There were two men standing in front of it.

Sam set down the cup he'd poured for himself, then called out, "Mike. Riley." When the men joined them, Sam said, "Mike Nunez. Riley Wingate. This is Paige Carson."

Mike was short and stocky and wore a thin gold cross and chain over his dark tie. He grinned, his smile easy and friendly, and shook her hand. "Hey, Paige."

With the freckles across the bridge of his nose and his baby-smooth face, Riley looked young enough to be carded in a bar. He gave Paige a shy smile, then said in a thick drawl, "Paige."

"Nice to meet both of you," Paige said.

Mike said to Sam, "Boss, Riley and I need to give you an update."

"Let's go into my office," Sam said.

Mike turned to Paige. "You going to be at the fund raiser tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Good. See you manana."

Riley gave Paige a slow nod, then followed Mike out.

Sam turned to Paige. "Marian told me you were on board for the fund raiser, but if you need time to get yourself settled, we can manage without you."

"I appreciate the offer, but it's all good. I'll be there."

"All right."

The television news anchor mentioned Todd Thames. Paige's gaze left Sam and was riveted to the screen. The man with the salt-and-pepper hair was reporting breaking news. The motion to overturn Thames's conviction had been granted. Todd Thames was free.

Paige stared at the screen. She'd been expecting this, but still, hearing her worst fear confirmed made her insides quiver.

On the screen, Thames emerged from the courthouse. A reporter stuck a mic in his face. Thames's lips moved, but Paige couldn't hear what he was saying over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. Her stomach pitched. She was going to be sick. She plopped her coffee on the counter, then whirled away from Sam and left the break room.

She reached the ladies' room in time to empty her stomach. Afterward, she rinsed her mouth, then splashed cold water on her face. When she lifted her head from the sink and gazed into her reflection, her face was corpse pale. Her stomach knotted with the worry of how Thames had tracked her to Denver, as if he'd seen inside her head when she'd made those plans. Ridiculous, she knew that. And yet, he'd found her. She closed her eyes, fighting back fear.

She patted her face dry with paper towels, then left the restroom. Sam was waiting for her outside.

He pushed off the wall. His gaze probed hers. "You okay?"

Paige cleared her throat. "Just a little stomach upset. Looks like the fish I had for lunch didn't agree with me. That restaurant we stopped at did look iffy."

"You sure that's all it is?"

Paige's body tensed. "What else would it be?" She tried a smile and hoped Sam didn't notice how her lips trembled. "I won't keep you any longer. You have a meeting." She rushed on. "Mike and Riley are waiting for you."

Before Sam could question her further, Paige brushed by him and went to her desk.

CHAPTER SIX.

Paige woke up early the morning of the fund raiser. Showered and dressed, she left her bedroom. Ivy was already up. She was in the kitchen, reaching into the fridge.

The TV was on in the living room, tuned to what looked like a talk show, Paige saw as she walked by.

"And our guest today is human rights activist Dr. Gerald Prudence. Welcome, Doctor."

"Thank you."

"Dr. Prudence, you've been observing the Todd Thames proceedings. You've been very vocal in your support of Mr. Thames. How do you feel now, knowing that you were right about Mr. Thames's innocence?"

Paige's skin chilled. She stopped and turned to face the TV. Prudence's pinched mouth pinched further, giving him the appearance of not having any lips.

"It's shameful," Prudence said, "and a miscarriage of justice that tainted evidence was what won a guilty verdict against Mr. Thames. I have a message for our exalted Federal Bureau of Investigation: Do your job. If the FBI had done its job, there would have been no need to manufacture evidence in a half-baked attempt to convict an innocent man. This was all about law enforcement wanting to close the books on these heinous crimes. The FBI buckled under the weight of public pressure and didn't care if they had the right man. Any man would do, just as long as they could deliver a body, and even entering unlawfully obtained evidence wasn't off the table. Evidence that may have been planted. Mr. Thames has the makings of a civil suit that would dent the government's coffers. New York is a death penalty state. Had Mr. Thames's sentence been carried out, an innocent man would have been put to death. Mr. Thames should now turn the tables and file criminal charges against the perpetrator or perpetrators who prejudiced these proceedings against him. We all need to get behind this cause. Raise our voices in protest. Make our presence known by marching at every FBI office in this country. We can't allow law enforcement to run roughshod over innocent people. If it happened once, it can happen again. Be afraid, people. Be very afraid."

Paige switched off the television. Thames was being made a martyr for wrongful convictions. More goose flesh sprang on her arms.

With her head inside the fridge, Ivy said quietly, "Last can of soda."

Paige was still staring at the now dark television screen. She swallowed to get her throat to work. "Okay. Grocery run. Let's go."

"Now?"

Paige rubbed her hands down her face and scooped up her purse before she had a chance to change her mind and let thoughts of Thames keep her inside these walls. "At some point, you're going to want another soda."

Twenty minutes later, Paige pushed a cart through the double gla.s.s doors of the nearest grocery store. Sat.u.r.day was their day for errands, and that was no different here in Kirk County than it had been in Denver or New York City. Paige found it necessary to negotiate the cart through the aisles carefully, mindful of children running up and down them and harried parents chasing after their offspring.

If Paige hadn't been so distracted by thoughts of Thames, she would have noticed that Ivy became somber once inside the grocery store, more so than she had been in the apartment.

They went about adding items to the cart in silence. When Ivy stopped selecting things and moving along the aisle, it didn't strike Paige right away, but the movement all around her brought Ivy's stillness home to Paige.

"You okay?" Paige asked her sister. When Ivy gave her a look as if Paige were the biggest moron, Paige added, "I'll clarify. Are you less okay at this moment?"

Ivy's gaze darted up, then down, and her hands balled into fists on the arms of her wheelchair. Paige saw where Ivy had been looking. Two girls were at the end of the aisle tossing potato chips and a.s.sorted snacks into their baskets.

"What's going on there?" Paige asked.

Ivy gave Paige a mutinous look. "If you want to know, there's a party happening tonight, and everyone in the cla.s.s was invited-everyone but me. I'm the new girl at school. Again."

Paige's attempt to ask Ivy about her first week at school had been met with silence. Paige closed her eyes briefly, hurting for Ivy.