At about 10:30 am, her cellphone started ringing. Jade was still in bed. She was in such a dreamy, exhilarated state that she was almost unaware of the sound until she realized it might be Brenda calling her.
She pulled the blanket around herself and retrieved her cellphone from her purse.
The display said unknown caller.
“Hello?” she said, her voice still husky with lust.
“Hey, smart-ass.”
Jade frowned. “Excuse me?”
“It is you, isn’t it?” a raspy male voice said. “The smart-ass who was in my anti-counterfeiting class at Laurel a while back?”
The memories of the training class at the Secret Service Academy slowly came back. It was Goddon or whatever his real name was, the instructor from the Treasury Department. Gandola Lanniter. That was his name.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jade said, sittin
