I opened the white to-go bag on my desk and pulled out my now very cold bagel.
Ryan Law was going down.
And I had a date tonight.
With Agent Mason Kohler.
I felt giddy even though I tried to tamp it down.
I thought about that morning and how for a brief moment I’d thought I had messed everything up. He had been late. Super late. Unusually late.
I had thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to meet me.
I had doubted.
I had anxiously checked the time on my phone.
Then he had showed up and I had impulsively asked him to dinner. And he had agreed.
He liked me.
I could tell.
A different sort of power flooded my body at the memory.
This was only the beginning for Mason and me.
He knew it. I knew it.
I took a bite of the hard bread and made a face. Dropping it back in the bag, I tossed it in the trash.
Today was good. Cold bagel or not.
My phone buzzed and I glanced at the screen.
My high evaporated instantly.
Looking around, ensuring that I was still unnoticed, I opened up my VPN terminal and fired up a secure email account that I used for one purpose only.
From:[email protected]
Subject: Bike for sale
Date: March 3, 2016 09:35
I have further information about the bike. I’ll be available for fifteen minutes. Let me know if you have any questions.
I stared at the screen.
That stupid smiley face at the bottom was oh so deceiving. Why bother with it at all? It did nothing to cloak the malignant message.
Why was Toxicwrath contacting me now? We didn’t normally speak until after work hours. I didn’t know what he did in his normal life, but I figured he had a job, just like I did.
We never made contact until the day was done.
Something must be up for him to reach out now, first thing in the morning after a successful takedown.
