The Beginning (An FBI Thriller Boxed set Book 1) by Coulter Catherine

Author:Coulter, Catherine [Coulter, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2005-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

SHE was in Hogan’s Alley, the highest-crime-rate city in the United States. She knew just about every inch of every building in this town, certainly better than the actors who were paid eight dollars an hour to play bad guys, better than many of the bureau employees who were witnesses and robbers alike. Hogan’s Alley looked like a real town; it even had a mayor and a postmistress, but they didn’t live here. Nobody really lived here or really worked here. It was the FBI’s own American town, rife with criminals to be caught, situations to be resolved, preferably without killing anyone. Instructors didn’t like innocent bystanders to be shot.

Today she and three other trainees were going to catch a bank robber. She hoped. They were told to keep their eyes open, nothing else. It was a parade day in Hogan’s Alley. A festive occasion, and that made it all the more dangerous. There was a crowd of people, drinking sodas and eating hot dogs. It wasn’t going to be easy. Chances were that the guy was going to be one of the people trying to blend in with the crowd, trying to look as innocent as an everyday guy; she’d stake a claim on that. She would have given anything if they’d gotten a brief glance at the robber, but they hadn’t. It was a critical situation, lots of innocent civilians milling about and a bank robber who would probably run out of the bank, a bank robber who was probably very dangerous.

She saw Buzz Alport, an all-night waiter at a truck stop off I-95. He was whistling, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world. No, Buzz wasn’t the bad guy today. She knew him too well. His face flushed scarlet when he played the bad guy. She tried to memorize every face, so she’d be able to spot the robber if he suddenly appeared. She slowly worked the crowd, calm and unhurried, the way she’d been trained.

She saw some visitors from the Hill, standing on the sidelines, watching the agents’ role-playing simulations. The trainees would have to be careful. It wouldn’t look good for the Bureau if any of them killed a visiting congressman.

It began. She and Porter Forge, a southerner from Birmingham who spoke beautiful French without a hint of a drawl, saw a bank employee lurch out of the front doors, yelling at the top of his lungs, waving frantically at a man who had just fled through a side door. They got no more than a brief glimpse. They went after him. The perp dove into the crowd of people and disappeared. Because there were civilians around, they kept their guns holstered. If any one of them hurt a civilian, there’d be hell to pay.

Three minutes later they’d lost him.

It was then she saw Dillon Savich, an FBI agent and computer genius who taught occasional classes here at Quantico, standing next to a man she’d never seen before. Both were wearing sunglasses and blue suits and blue-gray ties.

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