that Chris had vacated and faced her. “I would have discussed it with you last night when I called, but I couldn’t take a chance that someone might get wind of my decision to use you in the field and try to get around it. I know this is a dangerous assignment, but I also believe from everything I’ve heard about you that you can handle it. I hope you agree.”
Elena pushed her chair away from the table so that she was facing him. She nodded to him and said, “Yes, sir. I do. I appreciate your faith in my abilities.”
“I want to stress that no one outside our group will know you’re working with us. No other agency will have your name. We’re doing everything we can to protect you.”
“I appreciate that.”
“We noted that one of the suspects graduated from Santiago High School with you. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How well did you know him?”
She thought of several responses to that, but chose to be circumspect. “It was a relatively small school. I knew everyone in the class.”
He nodded. “Then you don’t think you’ll have any trouble making contact with him?”
Trouble? That wasn’t the word that came to mind. “I don’t think so.”
Wilder stood and Elena followed his lead. “How soon can you leave?” he asked.
She rubbed her forehead, where a steady pulsating throb was already working itself into a full-fledged headache. “Probably tomorrow. Possibly the day after. I’ll need to contact my mother and prepare her for my moving back home.” She glanced at Wilder. “Do you really think this will take months?”
“At the very least.”
She sighed, kneading her temples.
“Is this going to present personal problems for you?”
Her mind flashed to Joseph Sanchez, ex-military.
“No, sir,” she lied without a qualm. She would deal with the situation because she was a professional.
Wilder held out his hand and she shook it. “Good luck,” he said gravely.
“Thank you, sir.”
They left the conference room together.
She needed to go pack. She needed to contact her mother. And yes, she needed all the good luck she could get.
In the coming months she would use all her skills to investigate the man who had caused her so much pain. If what was suspected about him was true, she would be a part of the team that brought him down.
Several sayings flew through her mind as she retraced her steps down the hallway and returned to her own department. Two in particular kept circling.
Revenge is sweet.
Paybacks are hell.
Well, she and ex-army major Joe Sanchez were about to find out if those sayings were true.
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