CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
When Stella arrived at the local coffee shop ten minutes later, Bronwyn was already seated inside, with two coffees ready on the table. She smiled as soon as she saw Stella walk in hurriedly, and stood up to greet her. She was a round-faced woman of about forty, with sparkling brown eyes and curly red-brown hair.
“Agent Fall?” she asked.
“That’s correct.”
Immediately, Stella could see she was a true people person.
“Come over here, sit down, sit down,” she encouraged. “You’re an actual FBI agent?” She sounded surprised and intrigued.
“That’s correct,” Stella agreed.
“Oh, my dear! I have so many questions! What a fascinating career. How long have you been with the FBI?”
“A few months,” Stella explained.
“It’s so good to see a woman agent. I love it when ladies do
