CHAPTER ELEVEN
Immediately following the small conference, Reid quickly followed Agent Watson to a bank of elevators. Dr. Barnard had agreed to meet them at the plane; he had research equipment to gather. Once they were in the elevator car, Watson swiped his ID badge and pressed the down arrow.
Odd, thought Reid. We’re on the first floor.
Watson was extremely quiet on the downward ride. The tall, stoic agent had barely said two words to him since he arrived.
Reid cleared his throat. “So. Looks like it’s you and me.”
“Mm-hmm.” Watson stared straight ahead, his hands clasped in front of him.
“Have, uh, you and I ever done an op together?”
Watson shook his head slowly. “Not directly.”
Reid frowned; that wasn’t really much of an answer. The elevator dinged and the doors open onto a hal
