CHAPTER FIVE
Ashley’s gaze darted back to her aging mobile home as she climbed into the passenger seat of Special Agent Wyatt Clark’s black SUV, plagued by the notion that there was something she’d forgotten to pack. She’d stuffed a week’s worth of clothing along with her toothbrush and toiletries into her suitcase at break-neck speed. Except for the silk blouse and black slacks she’d worn for the interview, her wardrobe lacked what she would consider proper TBI business attire. No pantsuits – like the one Brenda Huddleston had sported – or blazers. She’d always assumed that she’d have plenty of time to shop after she received a job offer.
But life just kept throwing her curve balls.
Standing at the door of her bedroom’s small closet, it had hit her that for this case, she didn’t need t
