Gail spoke since none of the men in the room could find anything remotely intelligent to say. “Claire, these are the Americans we’ve been discussing.”
Johnson immediately chimed in, “I’m Michael Johnson, the Special Agent in Charge from Homeland Security. Pleased to meet you.”
Funny, Cole thought, that Johnson had started to inflate his ego once again. He hoped that Gail would find another opportunity to poke holes in his bubble of narcissism, but it seemed that for the time at least, Johnson might keep himself in check.
“Claire, this is Tony and Cole. Cole will be travelling with you.”
He nodded and offered a slight smile, “Nice to meet you.”
It’s difficult to get a read on her, Cole thought. She seemed to offer just a passing glance at each of these men now seated around the kitchen
