CHAPTER FOURTEEN
She had not spoken to Samuel McClarren for nearly six months. She’d nearly worshipped the man when she had been working her way through the academy. More than that, he had served as a reassuring voice—almost like a mentor—when the pressure had really been applied when she had been given the title of Agent. She respected the hell out of the man and that was why she felt so embarrassed when he answered her call on the fourth ring.
“Unless my caller ID deceives me,” McClarren said, “this is the infamous Mackenzie White. But surely she’d have no reason to call me, an old washed up educator.”
“Oh, it’s me, all right,” she said. “And you are far from a washed up educator.”
It was true. Despite his humble attitude McClarren had written several influential texts on the mindset
