One of the other agents went to a file cabinet, and pulled out a file.
“Here’s the personnel file,” Noe offered. “Just chuck it back in there,” he added.
Oh, boy.
Greyson was horrified that just anyone could stroll in here and get into the personnel files. They were supposed to be kept locked up for confidentiality.
Case files were accessible, but personnel?
Hell.
No.
He went there.
“Uh, your salaries and personal information are in there, like your reviews, home addresses, and...”
He stopped.
Why?
They all looked unbothered.
Holy shit.
Greyson wanted to stroke out. He knew Gabe offered this office to a bunch of people, and no one wanted it.
NO.
ONE.
He’d even added an ME and lab staff, and still, there were no takers.
Well, he understood that. It would take a miracle to wrangle this crazy.
“Thanks,” Gene said, knowing they weren’t getting anywhere else with anyone here.
In fact, he was betting that Jarod was the most organized and work-oriented agent in the whole office.
Call it a hunch.
They gave them time to leave, and when they left, Gene just shook his head.
“You have your hands full,” Gene said to Greyson.
He laughed.
“Oh, I’m already to the point I want to have mini-strokes. The personnel files are right there. Everything is in there about the agents like where they live, their psych evals, and their case numbers.”
Yeah, Greyson was not going to be sane long in this place. They called the file cabinets inPhilly‘the vault’. The man had them in locked cabinets in a locked room. If he could, there’d be armed guards.
Well, maybe he wouldn’t go that far, but he’d been in the military, so one never knew.
“Breathe,” Ethan said, laughing when Greyson looked twitchy.
Someone bordered on obsessive at the crossroads of control freak.
“Easier said than done,” Greyson said, shaking his head as he opened the man’s file.
