CHAPTER 45Miles reheated the pasta dish that had arrived that morning while Ryan added the dressing to the premade salad mix.
“I’ve always enjoyed a nice quiet evening at home watching TV, but being locked up in here is painful,” lamented Miles. “I now fully understand the term ‘incarceration.’”
“I’d almost prefer to be dangled as an enticement for Reese,” Ryan added.
“Maybe we should petition for parole,” Miles suggested.
“Funny.”
“No, I’m serious. If they don’t get a line on Reese soon, I’m more than willing to jump into the fray.” Miles’s suppressed fury about all that Reese had done was showing through.
Ryan simply shrugged. While he likely had some of the same feelings, he surely recognized this job needed to remain solely in the hands of the FBI. They were both well aware that
