Grace Under Fury by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2019-05-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I returned to the office to do some research on supernatural infections and diseases that could cause the relevant symptoms. Neville got a little too enthusiastic about the science and I tuned him out like I tended to tune out my tax preparer.

A knock on the door to the office startled both of us. I shot a quizzical look at Neville. “Answer it,” I said.

His anxious gaze shifted from the door to me. “You should really answer it, O’ Furious One.”

“I’m going to be furious in two seconds if you don’t get up and answer the door.” The moment the threat left my mouth, I realized exactly who I sounded like and I felt a wave of nausea roll over me.

Neville hustled to the front of the office and peered out the window before opening the door. “It’s an old woman,” he called over his shoulder.

“I can hear you,” a gravelly voice said.

“Uh oh,” I murmured. I knew that voice.

“Can I help you?” Neville asked in a polite tone.

“I’m looking for Eden,” the elderly voice said. “Her aunt told me she works here.”

I’d have to have a word with Aunt Thora later. “Hello, Mrs. Paulson,” I said, craning my neck to see her. “Neville, why don’t you let her in?”

Neville stepped aside, giving me a curious look.

“Mrs. Paulson is my neighbor,” I explained.

The old woman seemed relieved when she spotted me. “I can’t believe this is where they put your office, though I suppose they figure it will cut down on travel time since so much crime happens in this section of town.”

“It’s not the prettiest part of Chipping Cheddar,” I agreed, “but it’s actually not as crime-ridden as you think.” In fact, the biggest crime I’d noticed so far involved parking without putting money in the meters. I wasn’t about to rat anyone out for that. It wasn’t my job to generate revenue for the government.

Mrs. Paulson bustled toward me, hugging an oversized tote bag to her chest. “I need help.”

“From me?”

Neville returned to his desk, but I could tell he was intently listening to our conversation.

“I think I have a virus,” she said.

I inspected her closely. “You don’t seem sick.”

She whacked me with her bag. “Not me. My computer.”

I rubbed my arm. “What makes you think I can fix a virus on your computer?”

“Because that’s your job,” Mrs. Paulson said.

“I’m not in IT,” I said. “I’m a federal agent.”

Mrs. Paulson paid me no heed. She took out her laptop and set it in front of me on the desk. “It’s so slow now that it’s basically useless. I can’t catch up on TMZ unless I use my phone.”

I opened the lid and stared at the screen. “Have you tried turning it off and on again?”

Behind me, Neville covered a laugh with a cough.

“You’re supposed to be detecting cybercrime in here,” Mrs. Paulson said. “There might be criminal activity on my computer. What if someone has downloaded…” She lowered her voice. “The pornography.”

“It’s not the title of a movie, Mrs.

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