“You’re late!” She told him, pulling the car door open. “And I’ve got a lead that we need to track down!” “That wouldn’t be the lead you got by pulling a senior Professor at UCLA away from his dinner, would it?” Fanelli’s tone was flat, distant. “Because if it is, it’s the one which caused him to complain to the Dean of the University that a crazy FBI agent turned up and showed him a dirty movie—then pushed him to work out the co-ordinates for a building that appeared in it—even though that took hours of his free time.” He turned toward her, eyes hard. “When he was finally finished, he told the Dean, that agent just drove away without thanks or explanation.” He shook his head sadly. “Upon hearing all that, the Dean of the University called his old classmate, the Federal Attorney for Los Angeles County, who called Agent Ellis—who’s had me on the carpet for the last hour!” He faced back toward the road, slammed the car into gear. “Was that the lead you wanted me to help you track down?”Kelly was taken aback by his vehemence—I didn’t do anything wrong!
