CHAPTER FOUR
Callaway knocked at the door of the adobe hut. As he waited for an answer, he stole a cautious glance at Harley, who was looking away. He had forgotten how much taller he was, probably because the size of her personality more than compensated for the difference. Her back was ramrod-straight, her hair tied neatly behind her head, a tasteful hint of eyeshadow giving her eyes a mysterious touch. A silver chain Callaway hadn’t previously noticed hung around her neck.
Callaway hadn’t expected Harley to take the job; she didn’t seem like the kind of person to retrace her steps. Now that she was here, however, he had mixed feelings. He knew she was a competent field agent – the Navarro case had assured him of that – but he couldn’t help wondering about the investigation opened by t
