A Hard Man To Forget by Dan Ames

Author:Dan Ames
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Slogan Books

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Special Agent Jacqueline Hess arrived in Albuquerque.

The flight had been efficient and relatively painless. She’d spent the majority of her time reviewing all of the files and documents Petrie had given her on her way out the door.

It had been a lot.

But Hess was a fast reader and a quick learner. Data was power. Her mind was a model of efficiency and precision. She was born to be an analyst and she knew it.

Hess also knew that her beliefs and convictions were just as powerful as the best kind of analysis.

The moment the plane’s wheels touched ground, her phone lit up.

There were messages from Petrie, back at headquarters, as well as from the head of the Albuquerque office, SAC Ray Ostertag.

Hess breezed through the messages from headquarters as they were mostly request for status updates. This always amused her when requests for updates were placed with no attention paid to time. Did Petrie want an update on how the flight went? Hardly.

The message she focused on was from Ostertag and it told her that a car was waiting for her outside of baggage claim.

Hess used the restroom, retrieved her gear, grabbed a coffee to go and stepped out into the warm, dry air of New Mexico.

She recognized the power of the moment. That first breath of fresh air, not stale and recycled like in the airplane and the airport itself. This was real. She was here, and Hess couldn’t shake the fact that it felt like all of her life had been leading up to this point. There was a lot riding on this.

Like her entire future.

Well, she couldn’t let it get to her. She had to perform. And perform well. So she shook off any jitters and focused on the task at hand.

Hess spotted her ride immediately. A Crown Vic, charcoal gray, with light gray interior. Direct from the FBI car pool, she was sure.

A young agent in a white shirt, dark jacket and tie, sat behind the wheel. He glanced over and nodded at her, then got out and popped the trunk.

“Agent Hess,” he said. “I’m McIlroy.”

She shook his hand and then slid into the front passenger seat.

They didn’t speak as McIlroy put the car into gear and pointed it toward downtown.

“We should be there in ten minutes or so,” McIlroy said.

Hess ignored him and watched the scenery change from airport industrial to desert with a freeway running through it.

She wondered how long she would be stuck in Albuquerque.

For some reason, her guess was that it would be longer than the good folks back at headquarters were assuming.

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