Chapter 6
“We are fairly new. My agency’s been around for almost a year, but there’s a history behind it.”
Crowley sat down in a chair he’d pulled up to the side of Vianetti’s desk while I paced back and forth, unable to sit down with all the energy swirling inside me. I needed to calm down after the altercation with the intruder. And also, to try to make heads or tails of what was going on.
“We’ve been following a lead that brought us here, to Vianetti. And you.”
I stopped and turned to him. He looked … tired. “Who are you? What agency?” I asked.
Nothing felt good about this, including the gut feeling of being followed back in New York, and other things that just didn’t add up.
He leaned his elbow on the desk and let his hand dangle off the side. “The IPIA. The letters stand for Int
