“Well, technically, I have seniority now; so, that’s an order, Agent Hunter.”
“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”
“Nope.”
Jack was right; the air was quite cool. Well above freezing but still chilly and damp. At least it wasn’t raining. Melissa saw a few cracks of blue in the overcast sky, but the sun was well hidden behind those clouds.
The trees behind her house were all bare with dead leaves scattered on the ground. The grass was still yellow and soggy. Summer couldn’t come fast enough as far as Melissa was concerned. She had endured more than enough cold.
In black pants and a thick, winter coat, she paced through the yard, grass squishing under her boots. “I, um…” She forced herself to turn around. “I wanted to talk about the ziarogat.”
ziarogat.”Jack stood next to the patio
