Chapter 1I was WBIS. I had been WBIS for enough years that Mr. Wallace, the man who ran the organization, chose me to be trained by Mark Vincent to replace Mr. Vincent as senior special agent in the field.
Did my lover really think I wouldn’t be able to track him down and find him?
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I’d been out of DC on a job for the past four weeks, having left right after Valentine’s Day. My orders were to contact no one except Mr. Vincent, and even then only under the direst of circumstances. I had no faith in the director who’d given me those orders—I wouldn’t trust him any farther than I could throw him—and I’d made an attempt to reach Mr. Vincent. He’d been away though, and then things went to hell in a handbasket and I’d had no choice but to suck it up.
It had been a bullshit job, but or
