Earth Witches Aren't Easy by Long Heather

Author:Long, Heather [Long, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781927454497
Publisher: Champagne Books
Published: 2013-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

I knew I’d made some important decisions the day before but just refused to acknowledge them at the time. I wanted my friendship with Jack back on an even keel. Too many unknowns existed in this situation—from the work I did for my normal clients, to these daily visits to the FBI satellite office. Jack planned a meet with Billy to fill him in on everything about Masters and the Squad. He asked me if I wanted to join them, but I refused.

I had other plans in mind, ones I’m pretty sure Jack wasn’t going to appreciate. He left me in the waiting room as I flipped idly through a glamour magazine. As soon as he was out of sight, I abandoned my seat and approached the receptionist.

“I don’t suppose you have an extension for an Agent Callanport, do you?” I kept my tone friendly and mildly curious while my expression was earnest and pleasant.

“One moment, Ms. Monroe.” She glanced down at her directory and punched in some numbers. “Agent Callanport, I have a Ms. Monroe here. Yes sir, one moment.” There was just the briefest of hesitations between her description and the “Yes sir.” She punched a button then nodded to the phone in the reception area. “Line four, Ms. Monroe.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” The secretary smiled in perfunctory fashion.

I raked fingers through my hair, combing it away from my face and tucked the sides behind my ears before lifting the receiver and hitting the correct line number. “Agent Callanport?”

“Ms. Monroe, it’s an unexpected pleasure. What may I do for you?”

“Are you in this building?”

“Which building?” His tone seemed genuinely curious. Where his voice had been a flat monotone the day before, his inflections sounded almost open and friendly. “Perkins and Main.”

“I’m on the eighth floor.”

“Mind if I come up?”

“I’ll have you buzzed through. I’m in room eight-twelve.”

“Thank you.” I replaced the handset and glanced at the receptionist. She nodded at something said over her headset then gestured toward the secure door. The bolts clicked and released, and I let myself through.

“Thank you,” I called over a shoulder to her, but the closing door muffled her response. The elevators I needed were just around the corner. This probably isn’t my brightest move. Jack is going to be irritated if he gets back before I do. That calculated risk, however, was the price I needed to pay in order to get the job done.

What job? My finger froze, poised over the number eight button. I didn’t work for the Bureau, and I wasn’t even there as an active consultant. I was a nature witch. My job was out there in the countryside serving the same people my grandmother served for more than fifty years.

But I know things the FBI doesn’t. I know Oakes. I was one of his victims. I deserve some closure. Oh, shut up and just push the damn button or I’ll still be standing here debating this when Jack gets back.

I jammed my finger against the button. There was a real problem when I was starting to have moral debates with myself.

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