Far Gone by Laura Griffin

Author:Laura Griffin [Griffin, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-04-14T14:00:00+00:00

chapter sixteen

THE SENATOR WAS BOOKED in the Presidential Suite overlooking the golf course. Jon and Andrea waited for him in a spacious sitting room decorated with bronze cowboy statues and Navajo rugs. Teddy had handed them off to Kirsten and promptly disappeared—probably to go vent his indignation to his fellow staffers.

Jon leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched Andrea. She looked nervous, but he didn’t think it was because she’d bullied her way in under false pretenses and was about to interview a sitting U.S. senator. This place reeked of privilege, and he could tell it made her uncomfortable.

She continued to surprise him, and he wasn’t easily surprised by people. She was a mix of contradictions—brusque and sensitive, determined and hesitant, alluring and prickly—all at the same time.

He felt drawn to her, even though he knew he should keep his distance. He should have left her in Maverick, but he’d been strangely excited by the prospect of spending more time with her, so he’d given into impulse and let her come.

He’d probably regret it later, but for now, he was enjoying her company. Not to mention her unorthodox investigation methods.

“You notice the weapon on that guard?” She nodded at the doorway.

“An FN Five-seveN,” he said. “Standard-issue sidearm for Secret Service agents.”

“They’re a step above rent-a-cops, I’d say. Guy told me he’s with Wolfe Security. You heard of it?”

“Private firm from Texas, right?”

“I’ve run across them before,” she said. “They’ve got a good reputation.”

A commotion in the next room, followed by a frantic exchange in hushed tones, signaled the arrival of Someone Important. A moment later, Kirsten was back, clutching a leather folio to her chest.

“The senator will see you now.”

Jon pushed away from the wall. Andrea clasped her hands behind her back. But the man who entered the suite didn’t look senatorial. He had a shaved head, a thick neck, and a clear plastic radio receiver clipped to his ear. His gaze promptly zeroed in on Jon.

Jon knew the drill. He lifted his arms and allowed the guy to frisk him. Andrea did the same. He came up with nothing, because they’d surrendered their weapons to the man stationed at the door to the suite. Jon didn’t like being separated from his gun, but since they hadn’t gone through any formal screening process to get this meeting, he figured it was fair.

The guard gave them a brief assessing look before going to the door and giving a nod.

The blonde from the lobby was back, followed by Richard Kirby.

The junior senator from Texas carried himself like a cattleman—broad shoulders, straight posture, a hefty gut that spilled over his belt buckle. He wore suits most of the time but loved to be photographed at his ranch in jeans and his favorite Lucchese cowboy boots.

At the moment, he wore golf shoes, khakis, and a sky-blue polo. A white golf glove hung from his back pocket.

“North, is it?” He cast a look in Jon’s direction as he walked straight to the bar.

“Special Agent Jon North, San Antonio field office.

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