twenty-one
A Thorne In Santiago’s Side
“It’s going to be alright, Santiago,” Diesel whispered, then he patted me on the knee and I reluctantly got to my feet. Agent Thorne stepped back into the hallway and gestured for me to follow him.
“Shut the door behind you.” He instructed, so I did, and the last thing I saw in there was Agent Rickets removing her glasses, leaning back in her chair and scowling at Diesel.
Shit, I thought. They know something is up. I can feel it.
Agent Thorne led me through the maze of cubicles to an elevator. He pushed the up button, and when the door slid open I entered behind him. He punched a button for the fourth floor, then crossed his arms over his chest and gazed up at the ceiling.
I wanted to talk to him, perhaps use a little charm to soften him up, but
