Chapter 21

Alan Robbins was in the midst of another romp when his phone blared. It was the sergeant. "Where the heck are you, Alan?"

"I'm over at Susan Knight's, getting in a riding lesson."

"Well, hop off that horse and hustle over here. Got a package for you from FBI headquarters, labeled 'urgent.' Let Susan know I'm sorry."

Alan muttered, "Dammit!"

Susan chuckled, "Guess that's our cue."

"Not anymore, babe. Got a package waiting for me at the Public Safety Building, and it's labeled urgent. If the Bureau's involved, it's either shady, sketchy, or they're desperate. Guess I'm the lucky one this time."

"Coming back anytime soon?"

"Not even a stampede could keep me away."

"I don't own any stampeding horses."

"Alright, even the docile ones couldn't hold me back."

"That