Page 55 of Shadow Sabotage
“It’s on track,” I answered.
“Excellent. How soon do you think you’ll have it wrapped up?”
I stifled a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. How soon? I had no idea. We currently had one real suspect, and my gut said he hadn’t done it.
“I’m not sure. I’ll know more after the interviews I have scheduled for today.”
“Good, good. Keep me posted. If you think you’ll be finished within two weeks, I have an ideal first assignment for you. We can make this official and get your contract signed.”
I hesitated. And despite how little he really knew me, he noticed.
After all, his ability to read people like a book was what had made him so good at his job.
“You don’t think you’ll be wrapped up that quickly?” His tone turned sharp, as if I’d disappointed him.
I raked my fingers through my hair. “Dad, I have another offer.”
He let out a booming laugh. “If you want to negotiate your starting salary, you’ll need to take it up with HR.”
“That’s not… No. It’s not about salary.”
“What is it, then? I have to say I’m surprised. You’re the one who asked for this opportunity.”
Two years ago,I wanted to remind him. But I didn’t bother.
“I worked on a joint task force with the FBI a few years back. It went well. They had an opening come up in that department and reached out asking me to apply. I did. They made the official offer a few days ago.” I kept my tone casual.
“Well. That’s … wonderful.” The sharpness in his voice changed to surprise. “It’s not often that they personally recruitpeople like that. You must have impressed them. Have you accepted?”
“Not yet. I asked for some time to think it over.”
“The job is in New York, I take it?”
“It is,” I confirmed.
He was quiet for a moment. “Are you still considering my offer as well?”
“I am.” I wasn’t. But something stopped me from saying so.
Another beat of silence.
“Let me know what you decide.”
The line went dead as he hung up.
Chapter Nineteen
Claire
Cheyenne stopped in her tracks,spinning around so quickly that the saddle in her hands nearly knocked me over. “What did you just say?”
“Ow,” I said pointedly.
“Sorry. But surely I didn’t hear you correctly. Can you repeat that?” Her dark eyes were the widest I’d ever seen them.
I braced myself on Shadow’s stall door, put my head in my hands, and sighed dramatically. “I have a crush on Agent Weston.”
Cheyenne dropped the saddle, apparently deciding that this was more important than getting a jump start on the morning’s work. “Well, he is pretty cute. Notmytype, obviously, but cute.”
