Chapter 73

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I came into work my regular time on Monday, and had barely gotten my computer powered on when Ms. DiBlasi called my private office line and told me to get my ass up to ten. Well, okay, she didn’t use those exact words, but that was what she meant.

Now I stared at The Boss. “I don’t golf.”

“But you’ll learn.”

“What about my department?”

He smiled. Why was he smiling? “I’ll have Matheson handle it.”

“Uh…don’t get me wrong, sir—Matheson is shaping up to be an excellent senior special agent, but—”

“I happen to concur, and I’m so pleased to hear you agree with me. I think you’ll also agree that for five days he’ll manage quite well.”

Shit. “Yes, sir. Where is this golf camp being held?”

“In Arizona. And since you’ll be in the area, I’d like you to drop in on the project in Phoenix.”

Hmm. After Fitzwilliam’s “disappearance,” management had scrambled to distance themselves from him. Was this a ruse to put them at ease so I could do a little snooping?