The one obviously in charge came forward with his hand outstretched. “Larry Choate. Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the New York FBI field office.” Daisy glared at him, ignoring his hand. “Marc’s boss,” she guessed, her voice laced with venom. For a moment, she’d wondered how they even knew when she would be arriving. Then she realized the FBI could find out anything it wanted. She was sorry now she hadn’t changed her reservations to first class and stuck them with the bill. She had no intention of paying off that card. She’d send it to the New York office with as nasty a note as she could write. He nodded. “I am.” “I hope you’re satisfied now that I had nothing to do with Craig’s schemes. If you’ll excuse me, I want to go home, lock my door, and try to forget any of this happened.” The man sighed. “I’m sorry but that just won’t be possible, Miss Karr.”
