Chapter 9

“No, I wasn’t,” she admitted, “but it doesn’t really astound me. Craig, you still haven’t answered my question. Why me? Why not someone else.”

“Let’s just say it’s the right person in the right place at the right time. Look Cam, as a person, I like you a lot, I always have. As a cop, I respect you a great deal. You know that I’ve always marveled at the way you crawled through those stupid codes and made sense out of sheer gibberish. I’ll still never understand how it’s done.

“This is not a job I’d want to offer to a friend and I do think of you as a friend, but I’m offering it anyway, because I think you’re the perfect person to do it. Think this over hard. Take a few days to live with it. If you want to come back, there’s a place for you, but it won’t be a cushy desk job, you can count on that.” He stood and walked around his desk, then hesitated slightly. “Do you have any vacation time coming to you?”

“A couple weeks, maybe up to three.”