*Archie Donovan*
When Naomi called me that night saying she was outside of my building, I frowned, momentarily confused. I wouldn’t ask her how she knew where I lived because, honestly, she was from the f*cking FBI. Of course she had ways to find out.
I also knew that they were following my every step, so I couldn’t pretend I was surprised. I was surprised that she had come unannounced though. Especially to my home.
I didn’t like that for several reasons, one of them being associated with government agencies unnecessarily. As far as everyone was concerned, I had no deal with them. In fact, I should want to be as far away from them as possible.
I swallowed down my annoyance and told her to come upstairs, unsure of what she wanted. It could be something serious if she had taken the trouble to come all the way here to talk to me without arranging a meeting somewhere more private like we had done so far.