CHAPTER FOUR
Rylie was always in a bad mood when she didn’t get in her morning run.
But that Tuesday, as she hurried into the FBI Field Office in downtown Seattle, she felt even worse. She could already feel the noose tightening around her neck.
She was about to go from two standing ovations in one day, to unemployed the next.
He was going to fire her. Wasn’t he?
Well, if so, she’d go out with a bang. She’d tell him exactly what she thought of him. She’d already burnt the bridge halfway. She might as well light the whole department on fire, go out in a blaze of glory.
The thing about the field office was that the place was always busy, at all hours of the day. It wasn’t a normal, nine-to-five job. So she wasn’t surprised to find the place abuzz, even at just after six in the morning
