Chapter 12
Xavier paced back and forth on the tenth floor of the FBI Database building.
“Will you sit down, please?”
Xavier shrugged and did as requested by Peter Mance, his supervisor. Since Xavier’s arrival to this office, he had signed on to his personal email on his laptop, had Windows running on the desktop and kept palming his cellphone. Since Jake texted more than an hour ago that he landed safely he hadn’t heard.
“You know if I knew you were going to be like a caged cheetah going back and forth maybe I would have waived regulations and let you fly down to Miami.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten there on time. He flew on a private Gulfstream. No way we could requisition something like that on a low level investigation like this.”
“Well, it’s low-level now, but if your point of contact
