I closed the case file and gazed over at the clock—two in the morning. Pretty late to have somebody calling. Must be important. I pried my glasses off and answered. “Agent Swift,” I said, my voice calm and monotone. “It's Malarkey. The local sheriff thinks he has something for us.” I sprung out of bed, my eyes alight with excitement. “Where are you?” I asked. “San Giovanni's restaurant. Do you need the address?” Malarkey was excited too. I had followed Dark Steel members to that Italian restaurant before. “No, I'll be there in ten minutes.” I ran to the closet and pulled out a black suit that was an exact copy of the other four suits hanging. I didn't care much for fashion and wearing the same thing every day made getting ready in the morning that much quicker. I didn't even bother with my makeup or hair as I rode the elevator down to the parking garage.
