“Yes.” Craig’s voice answered the phone.
“Hi. It’s me. I want in.”
“Great. I’ll get back to you.” And the phone went dead.
Cam looked at the receiver in her hand. She hadn’t expected a brass band but at least more than “I’ll get back to you.” Had they lost interest in her? Had something turned up in her background report that had turned them off? Damn this secrecy shit! Well, might as well get used to it.
Russ, her partner, was beginning to suspect something. Twice last night, she hadn’t heard him talking to her; her mind was miles away. She hated being secretive around him.
They’d been partners for almost three years. They trusted their lives to each other. She’d never hidden anything from him.
“Just tired, I guess,” was her response to his inquiry.
“Hey, Radcliffe, don’t get burned out on me,” he warned. “Why don’t you take a few days off? You’ve been going at this full press for a while now.”