Chapter 13

“Fine, but remember what I said.” He got out of there and took the elevator up to the ninth floor, where Foreign Affairs agents had their offices.

The stack of papers in his inbox was daunting, and for a minute he wished he’d stayed home—this was turning out to be a shitty day—but the thought of his empty apartment, which still smelled like an emergency room, pushed that thought out of his mind immediately.

It was replaced—involuntarily, he assured himself—by the image of Dr. Paget. What was her first name? How old was she? What were her hobbies? Was she…involved with anyone?

Before he could stop himself, he’d hacked into the Human Resources database and pulled up her file. Her name was Marietta Ginevra Paget, she was thirty-four, she’d be with the WBIS for about three more months, with the option to continue there, she enjoyed fanfiction—what the fuck was fanfiction?—and she was uninvolved with anyone just then.

Very interesting.