He found her engrossed in reading the reports when he emerged from the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway to stare at her. At the way the sunlight coming through the porthole made it appear she had a halo of fire around her head. She glanced up, noticed his intense expression, and smiled.
“What?”
“I was wondering if you’d noticed anything?” The comment had popped into his head. It was as good an excuse as any.
“Like what?”
He shrugged. “When I review reports, I see them from a different perspective than you would.”
“Because you’re FBI and I’m not.”
“Something like that. I’m hoping you might spot something I might otherwise overlook.”
Dropping the report she held, she reached for another folder lying on the bed beside her. “There’s something still bugging me. We briefly spoke about
