Love and Pain
Chapter 1
The fluorescent light flickered, much to Xavier’s dismay. He’d replace the bulb himself but regulations required that building maintenance put in the lighting. He placed the work order more than a week before but the wheels of progress in the FBI crept like molasses on a frozen lake.
The bare gray walls added to the monotony of his desk assignment with the lack of any decoration making the office more of jail cell than an analysis room. Here he sat: Xavier Benjamin Gooding. FBI agent. Field operative. Now? Desk jockey.
He palmed his cell phone, checked the time. Jake should be on the orange line headed home to their condo in Fairfax. That is, if Jake took the train on time and didn’t have to transfer. He would text him to tell him that he would leave the complex
