Stolen by Allison Brennan

suspension? Hans Vigo was her training agent, and he’s the one who overruled our panel to get her sister-in-law into the program. There’s something not right about this whole thing.”
    Deanna’s head was spinning with the many connections, but this was all good stuff. Kincaid was definitely the weak link. If she wanted to become an FBI agent so badly she’d break all the rules to get there, then she’d turn on her boyfriend in a heartbeat to protect it all.
    “What would encourage her to talk to me about her boyfriend? What scares her?”
    “Losing her slot. She was so determined, so certain she was going to be at the Academy, I’m pretty sure it was already established that if our panel rejected her she would still be admitted.”
    “Arrogant,” Deanna mumbled. Just like her boyfriend.
    Juan nodded. “She’s already been reprimanded by her class supervisor at Quantico. She’s been before the disciplinary panel twice. Both times, a slap on the wrist. No expulsion.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I have friends.” He didn’t elaborate. He handed her a thick envelope. “These are my notes. We weren’t allowed to keep or copy any of the files, and though Kincaid’s file is sealed, we were allowed to review it during the hiring process. This is what I remember as important.”
    She took the envelope, resisting the urge to hug Juan. She would dig into this file tonight and find the nugget that would force Lucy to help her.
    Or she’d be going in front of the disciplinary panel again. And maybe this time get her ass booted.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    “I will deny speaking to you, Deanna.”
    “I’m not going to tell anyone. I didn’t even tell my partner that we were meeting. You’re doing the right thing.” Deanna squeezed the envelope again, almost disbelieving that she finally had something tangible to work with.
    Juan stood up. “Kincaid is a wild card who plays by her own rules. On one hand, she appears to do everything by the book, but it’s clear she’s had people helping her every step of the way. On the other hand, she’s both smart and deadly, and has proved she’ll do anything to further her goals. I don’t know how she got everyone wrapped around her finger, why they look the other way when she goes off on her Nancy Drew investigations, but that is what makes her dangerous. I hope you’re right about Sean Rogan, and that she is helping him. Because an overt crime that can’t be buried by the powers that be is probably the only thing that will get Lucy Kincaid kicked out of the Bureau.”

 
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
     
 
     
    Sean had found the Irish pub on Lafayette shortly after he rented the apartment in New York, and it had become his favorite place to think. Or not think. His apartment often felt like a prison with Noah downstairs watching and pushing him. Intellectually he understood why he was on Noah’s bad side, but sometimes, like last night, it hit him hard.
    Sunday afternoon, like now, when it was too late for lunch but too early for dinner, was Sean’s favorite time of day. Most of the patrons were fixated on football and didn’t give him a second glance. Which was good, because he wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
    He ordered a Harp on tap and stared at his phone until Colton finally responded to his text message.
     
I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
    Sean breathed deeply, slowly let it out. After last night’s near-miss with the RCK security system, Sean needed to know the truth. He was tired of Colton playing the trust me card: Sean didn’t trust him. Not anymore.
    Unfortunately, Sean wasn’t sure his old friend was going to give him the answers he needed. He’d been pondering the endgame all day while helping Noah dig deeper on Evan Weller and Carol Hattori, until Noah’s bad mood chased him from the building.
    Sean knew as soon as Colton walked into the pub, but didn’t make a motion to wave him over. Instead, Sean watched Colton in the mirror as he