everything from flowers to spices, fresh produce and more.
“This space is shared by our Computer Forensics Division (CFD) agents who are responsible for investigating crimes involving computers and mobile devices and our Crime Scene Investigations Division (CSID) agents who are responsible for identifying, collecting, documenting and preserving all evidence found at a crime scene. The CFD agents spend their day monitoring social networking sites, Internet service providers, and servers whereas the CSID cover everything, from homicides, rapes, and stabbings, to drive-by shootings, home invasions, and vehicle accidents.”
“Audrey and I belong to the VCET group which is a newly formed group supporting both the CFD and the CSID.”
He kept up a running commentary until they reached his office at the far end of the hallway, which he unlocked and motioned for her to enter ahead of him.
“Chinese ok?” he asked her.
She nodded and he left the door open to walk across the room, stopping in front of two women who were talking quietly.
Georgina was French Cajun; she had moved to Detroit to be close to her only daughter, after losing her husband, and all her belongings to Hurricane Katrina. She had recently celebrated her sixtieth birthday, but she looked and had the energy of a forty-year old woman.
As one of three administrative assistants in their department, Georgina’s job was to provide administrative support to a group of ten detectives. The woman she was talking to was her daughter Tiffany, a rookie detective who worked in the FBI’s Cyber Watch division; her primary job function was to find and shut down porn sites. Tiffany had not said two words to him since the day she’d been introduced to him. She didn’t today either, simply nodding at him, before leaving quietly.
“And hello to you too,” he mumbled under his breath wondering if he scared her, or if she was just naturally shy.
Then he turned towards Georgina, who he hoped hadn’t heard him.
“Order us lunch, please? For three. From Chopsticks. Vegetarian”. The last was unnecessary, as everyone around the office knew he was a vegetarian. He handed her some bills and smiled as she lightly patted him on his cheek.
“I got your covered sugar!” she said, already hitting the speed dial on her cell phone.
He re-entered his office and closed the door.
“Lunch will be here soon,” he told her.
Serena nodded at him, then continued gazing at the left wall of his office. It was covered with a large cluster of frames filled with photographs of friends, family, and his peers at the FBI. The photographs were candid shots taken over the past few years; he loved to capture and display memories in pictorial form. People stopped by his office all the time, to see if new photos had been added to his collection.
Serena looked at each intently, moving slowly from frame to frame.
Just then, his cell phone rang. He checked the caller ID. It was his sister.
“Excuse me, I have to take this,” he told Serena, who had turned to look at him.
“Hello?”
“We will be stopping by on Sunday evening for a bit, try to be home, your niece and nephew want to see their Uncle Sam. Oh, and can you check if I forgot my black dress in mom’s closet, text me if you find it; Gotta go, chat later.”
He stared at the dead phone in his hand. His sister had already hung up, and he hadn’t even gotten a word in edgewise. He thought he’d have to think of something to aggravate her to return the favor when he saw her on Sunday.
A text message chimed.
“That was Audrey; she’s 10 minutes out.”
As Serena took a chair across from him, her stomach rumbled again.
“And so is the food,” he laughed.
“I’m sorry, my stomach is so rude.” She too laughed.
Their laughter faded, and Sam felt as if the room sizzled with the electric attraction that was between
“This space is shared by our Computer Forensics Division (CFD) agents who are responsible for investigating crimes involving computers and mobile devices and our Crime Scene Investigations Division (CSID) agents who are responsible for identifying, collecting, documenting and preserving all evidence found at a crime scene. The CFD agents spend their day monitoring social networking sites, Internet service providers, and servers whereas the CSID cover everything, from homicides, rapes, and stabbings, to drive-by shootings, home invasions, and vehicle accidents.”
“Audrey and I belong to the VCET group which is a newly formed group supporting both the CFD and the CSID.”
He kept up a running commentary until they reached his office at the far end of the hallway, which he unlocked and motioned for her to enter ahead of him.
“Chinese ok?” he asked her.
She nodded and he left the door open to walk across the room, stopping in front of two women who were talking quietly.
Georgina was French Cajun; she had moved to Detroit to be close to her only daughter, after losing her husband, and all her belongings to Hurricane Katrina. She had recently celebrated her sixtieth birthday, but she looked and had the energy of a forty-year old woman.
As one of three administrative assistants in their department, Georgina’s job was to provide administrative support to a group of ten detectives. The woman she was talking to was her daughter Tiffany, a rookie detective who worked in the FBI’s Cyber Watch division; her primary job function was to find and shut down porn sites. Tiffany had not said two words to him since the day she’d been introduced to him. She didn’t today either, simply nodding at him, before leaving quietly.
“And hello to you too,” he mumbled under his breath wondering if he scared her, or if she was just naturally shy.
Then he turned towards Georgina, who he hoped hadn’t heard him.
“Order us lunch, please? For three. From Chopsticks. Vegetarian”. The last was unnecessary, as everyone around the office knew he was a vegetarian. He handed her some bills and smiled as she lightly patted him on his cheek.
“I got your covered sugar!” she said, already hitting the speed dial on her cell phone.
He re-entered his office and closed the door.
“Lunch will be here soon,” he told her.
Serena nodded at him, then continued gazing at the left wall of his office. It was covered with a large cluster of frames filled with photographs of friends, family, and his peers at the FBI. The photographs were candid shots taken over the past few years; he loved to capture and display memories in pictorial form. People stopped by his office all the time, to see if new photos had been added to his collection.
Serena looked at each intently, moving slowly from frame to frame.
Just then, his cell phone rang. He checked the caller ID. It was his sister.
“Excuse me, I have to take this,” he told Serena, who had turned to look at him.
“Hello?”
“We will be stopping by on Sunday evening for a bit, try to be home, your niece and nephew want to see their Uncle Sam. Oh, and can you check if I forgot my black dress in mom’s closet, text me if you find it; Gotta go, chat later.”
He stared at the dead phone in his hand. His sister had already hung up, and he hadn’t even gotten a word in edgewise. He thought he’d have to think of something to aggravate her to return the favor when he saw her on Sunday.
A text message chimed.
“That was Audrey; she’s 10 minutes out.”
As Serena took a chair across from him, her stomach rumbled again.
“And so is the food,” he laughed.
“I’m sorry, my stomach is so rude.” She too laughed.
Their laughter faded, and Sam felt as if the room sizzled with the electric attraction that was between
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