CHAPTER TWELVE
Although it had only been a week since she had walked into the Anchorage FBI Field Office, it felt like a lot longer. Having only spoken to the ASAC, Paul Golightly, once in the flesh, Sadie felt uncharacteristically nervous as she waited for him to join her in the office. A fresh-faced young agent had shown her through, peering at Sadie curiously. It occurred to Sadie that so far, she knew the Coopers and local State Troopers better than she did her own field agents.
“Price, good to see you,” Golightly said as he came in. His sandy hair was thinning on the top, but other than that he looked younger than his over sixty decades. He was an Alaskan, born and bred, and he looked as though he would be more at home in the wilderness than behind a desk.
“You too, Sir,” Sadie sai
