Chapter 3

“So?” Ben said, tired of Ray’s silent scrutiny.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Am I going to wantto meet them?” Ben smiled briefly. “I’d rather not end up a prisoner of a sex ring, or what have you.”

Ray laughed. “Trust me, that won’t happen. The organization I work for is strictly legit, although the branch I’m with isn’t out in the open.”

Ben lifted an eyebrow. “Perhaps I’m jumping to conclusions, but it’s black ops or some such?”

“I suppose some people might label us as that, although we only operate within the States.”

Intrigued, although Ben wasn’t about to admit it quite yet, he said, “I’m willing to meet your boss, I presume, but it has to be somewhere public.”

“No problem.” Ray took out his phone to make a call. When it was answered, he spoke so quietly Ben couldn’t hear him above the voices of the people at the tables close to them. After he hung up, he said, “He’ll meet us in the modern art gallery at the museum in twenty minutes.”