Chapter 22

The dispatcher looked up. “Agent Coulter…what’s happening?”

“I need to call POU headquarters. Do you have any idea if Chiles is there?”

The woman shrugged. “No, not really. Since they broke the special unit out from the regular BP, I don’t have much contact with any of them, except a few field agents that come through—like you and Macalister and Ortega, of course. You’re welcome to use the secure phone, though.”

“Thanks.” Ren let himself into the area behind the counter and sat at a small desk holding several radios and phones. He picked up one and dialed the number from memory. Chiles was not in his office. His admin assistant said she could patch Ren through if it was urgent.

“Yeah, I’d call it urgent.”

Moments later, Chiles’s low east Texas drawl came across the miles. “Renfro, what’s the word?”