“Is this what FBI agents do? Follow clues, one step at a time to find a missing person or apprehend a suspect?” “Yes.” Her hands twisted in her lap as she studied Zach, hoping to catch a glimpse of the former agent in him. Perhaps that would help her to understand what drew her sister to join the FBI. “Doesn’t it get tedious and frustrating?” “Yes.” The word was short, with no telltale expression or anything a person could read in to. Jacie frowned. “Anyone ever tell you that you don’t talk much?” His lips twitched. “Yes.” Jacie’s stomach flipped. When he wasn’t looking all fierce and deadly, the man was downright handsome. “Are you always so forceful when you question people?” she pressed. The hint of a smile disappeared. “Only when I’m out of time and patience.”
