CHAPTER FOUR
Special Agent Scott Palmer hurried into the FBI's New Orleans field office, arriving to work nearly ten minutes before he normally did. He was currently between cases, more or less seen as an errand boy until something big landed in his lap. So far, he had nothing on his agenda aside from assisting with wiretaps for a surveillance team trying to bust a coke dealer, and any research tasks sent his way. He didn't mind these kinds of lazy days, but it certainly wasn't why he'd been dreaming of being an agent since the age of eleven, when he'd watched his first episode of The X-Files.
He'd come in early because he was hoping to make it down to Camille Grace's office before he was due at a morning meeting. Four days had passed since he'd first heard that Camille had been transfer
