He’d received a call from the station with a request to come immediately. It had to be about Jamie, but the man on the phone wouldn’t answer his questions. He opened the door appreciating the coolness of the air conditioner. People were moving about each working on their own cases. He walked up to the reception desk. “I’m FBI agent, Enrique Rodriquez.” He showed his badge. “I was called to come in, but...” The officer held out a hand for his badge. “I was called, but wasn’t given any other information. Can you explain what’s going on?” “Hold on.” He walked away with Enrique’s badge and gave it to another officer. After a whispered conference, the new man came to the desk. “Agent Rodriquez, thanks for coming.” He held out his hand. “We talked on the phone. I’m Donald Trump. And no, I’m not that Donald, and he’s no relation.” “Nice to meet you.” “We have a bit of a situation here.” “How can I help?” “We have a woman in custody—a possible murder suspect.
