“Padilla.” “You’re a hard man to find these days.” Special Agent in Charge Martin’s voice remained level, making it hard to determine if he was pissed or professional. “Cell service is spotty here,” Daniel said. “Modern technology can’t always get through these hills. What’s up?” “I think it’s time to bring her in and talk.” The words he’d feared to hear evoked a desire to curse and shout but Daniel did neither. In as calm a tone as he could muster, he said, “You’re the boss. I was on my way over to her shop right now. Do you want me to scratch that and bring her in?” “I like the way you think,” Drew Martin said with a chuckle. “Go ahead, scope her out, and then call me back. By then I’ll have something set up with the satellite office at Springfield. And, Padilla?” “Yeah?” “Try to stay clear of mountains so I can get through when I call.” “I’ll do my best,” Daniel said, inwardly fuming. “But be advised, the place is surrounded with them.”
