"Get 'em out, Jay, because I'm coming in," she told him. He moved with alacrity to do just this. He had never once "peeped" her. And never would if he wanted to keep his job.
She spent a few minutes with the president and told him about the birthday party, before going to their living quarters to freshen up and change her clothes for a reception she was hosting. As darkness fell a few hours later she returned to her "official" home, tugged off her shoes, and drank a much-needed cup of hot tea.
Twenty miles away, newly twelve-year-old Willa Dutton screamed.
CHAPTER 2
SEAN LOOKED at Michelle as they drove along. A brief look, a sizing-up glance. If she felt it, she didn't comment. Her gaze stayed straight ahead.
"When'd you meet them?" she asked.
"When I was in protection. Kept in touch. Really nice family."
"Okay," she said absently, staring out the windshield.
"Have you seen Horatio lately?"
Michelle's hand tightened around her cup of Starbucks coffee. "Why did you follow me down to his office?"
"Because I knew what you were going to do."
"Which is what exactly?"
"Break in to try and find out what you told him when you were hypnotized."
Michelle remained quiet.
"Did you find out?"
"It's pretty late to be going over to someone's house."
"Michelle, I think we need to talk this-"
"What you need to do, Sean, is not go there."
Sean stared out at a night that seemed to be closing in on him.
"You didn't answer my question," she said.
"You didn't answer mine either," he said in an annoyed tone.
"So about going over to their house this late?"
"It's not my call."
"I thought you were dropping off a birthday present?"