And the wait had not been long because there she was–Isabelle. She came in through the main, double, glass doors, her green dress swishing in the draft. It looked like the same agent was with her, though it was hard to tell. They all looked so alike in their conservative suits. Prentiss grinned. Cops all looked alike too. All anybody saw was the uniform. She and the agent passed him without so much as a glance. Today is going to be the day. Prentiss fell in behind them but several paces back, the lumpy manila envelope tucked under his arm. A young mother with a baby in a stroller joined the procession just in front of him. Clearly, they were all headed to the elevator. Once there, they joined the group already waiting. As usual, it was a busy day at the Federal Building. Though he stood at the edge of the group, Prentiss could see Isabelle in profile. She wore matching gloves and he noticed the way she clung to the arm of the agent. Was there something between them? Prentiss cocked his head just as the elevator next to him dinged loudly.
