CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, Alexa strode into the Phoenix office of the U.S. Marshals Service in full uniform—blue slacks, blue shirt with “Deputy US Marshal” emblazoned in white across the back, a Glock automatic pistol in the holster at her belt, and of course the pride and joy of every man and woman in the US Marshals Service—the six pointed star badge. Like most Marshals in the Southwest, Alexa added cowboy boots and a ten-gallon hat to the ensemble.
With barely a nod to the secretary, and ignoring whatever the woman said to her quickly receding back, Alexa burst into Hernandez’s office.
She was going to get a yes whether her boss liked it or not. And with what she had learned, he’d be an i***t to refuse her.
As soon as she stepped in the room, she stopped. Hernandez sat behind
